歌词
I'm on strings,
so move me,
march march march,
to the beat of no drums.
the lights are on,
but way to bright,
i'm on strings,
so move me.
Paint my, face right,
so i can be a pantomime,
its all wrong, hey its all wrong, start it again.
By pouring wine,
into a bottemless cup.
By shooting cheap,
what do you achive?
the same answers,
beckoned mroe then once,
Renders the mean,
that you're not listening.
paint my, face right,
so i can be a pantomime,
its all wrong, hey its all wrong,
start it again.
paint my, face right, so i can be a pantomime,
its all wrong, hey, its all wrong.
turn a page,
in a blank book,
what do you read,
if the words aren't seen?
Paint my, face right,
so i can be a pantomime,
its all wrong, hey its all wrong,
start it again.
paint my, face right,
so i can be a pantomime,
its all wrong, oh.
