my puppet show

My own private puppet show
My hand, your string
Invisible from down below
I pull, you sing

Up here it’s a lonely game
The clouds, the sky
No one’s allowed inside the gate
I pull, you cry

I make you dance until you’re dizzy
It makes me laugh and keeps me busy
And I’m the only one who knows
You’re in my show

And all this time you keep on waiting
For something worth anticipating
But all you get is just another blow
‘Cause it’s my show

My own private silver screen
My words, your mouth
Despair and joy and in-between
I pull, you bow

Up here I keep on breaking hearts
Until I’m bored
I feed my doves, I play my harp
The same old chords

Tired old tales I keep retelling
I wait for you to start rebelling
But I can’t even let you know
You’re in my show

And all this time I feel frustrated
‘Cause you’re the one who’s liberated
And I've got nowhere else to go
Out of my show

Unseen, unheard
I pull, you hurt
I pull, you die
I rule the sky
But down below
You steal my show
You steal my show