Текст песни Jars Of Clay - Boy On A String
Jars Of Clay - Boy On A String слова песни
The marionetter has your numberPulling your arms and legs till you can`t stand on your ownDragging your conscience on the stageand your heart gets rearrangedand you cannot tell your mentor from your MakerLook at the crowds bleeding with laughterOver the way you entertain at beckon callThey don`t see behind the lights, or the painted backgroundsThey just like to see you fallBut you don`t really mindCause you`re just wasting timeYou can`t feel anythingYou`re a boy on a stringI feel a sadness like Gapettowatching the life that he created run awaySeeing the puppeteer`s intrusion,and holding the remains of puppets that had rotted awayOne day the curtain will not openAnd all of the crowds will go awaySomeday those strings will choke you, but until that dayBut you don`t really mindCause you`re just wasting timeYou can`t feel anythingYou`re a boy on a string