weaving puppet strings into your heart

weaving puppet strings into your heart

now that the gears in your brain are ajar

maybe thats how ive made it so far

a dramatic performance of the arts

holding your head in your hands

an hourglass trapped underneath the desert sand

maybe i should desert this plan

of wishing for more, wishing for your love to hold me tightly

physically draining, falling deeper into the oath that i gave you

the dark spell i put you under

continues to hold you in a trance

would you take this dance

would you forgive me for my sins

weaving puppet strings into your heart