Strings-Ruth Theodore

"Oh where do the feelings go when they die?" Cries a marionette to a hole in the sky "Will all I hold closest change before I notice? Like the stars alive in the past? Just like the stars alive in the past Hanging on their strings Poor things, poor things Give me a length of time and a way of gravity And I will bind her hands and ask him to carry me Back to my old flame, my ball and chain Up to the stars alive in the past 'Cause either you remind me of someone Or I've stared so long I've become one Bolted and boarded, borrowed and haunted And hollow now as Empty houses A tooth for a tooth an eye for an eye!" Cries the marionette to the hole in the sky "Make me part of the process 'Cause I've aged before I've noticed Like the stars alive in the past I'm just like the stars alive in the past Hanging from my strings Poor things, poor things I've got a waistline and a date with gravity I like his low notes and I go where they carry me Back to my old ways, my cool phase Up to the stars alive in the past Where I'd ride the arcades too When I'd dance to anything and be a fool for you darlin' Back in my youth When I gave you eyes the size of balloons Balloons! But now what's the use? To move we must balance and to balance move And balloons were made to stray and drift away Up to the stars alive in the past Up to the stars alive in the past Tugging at their strings Wild things, wild things Give them an inch and they'll turn their backs to me So give me a rope and I'll swing Give me a hope and I'll scream To the stars alive in the past That the child in me has a hand gun And she's holding me for a ransom She says oh f**king hell, you don't look too well Didn't you know that Empty houses Have ghosts? Ghosts? And they don't come out til after And they don't come out in my photographs And they don't come out til after And they don't come out in my photographs On one hand I can be pulling myself forward On the either I'm just cutting myself slack I've got to wonder what there is I can move towards If everything's moving back in time Time Time Old flame My old love keeps churning out a light That can never catch me up Like a struck string Kept shaking in its resonance The echo of a love Can love out live its presence And the heart can race From the moment it is struck But a true feeling like a bruise Is always slower to show up Oh poor thing Wouldn't change where it comes from Not for all of the lights in London So leave it undisturbed as dust for long enough 'Cause that's my love Still I'd like to pretend I have better friends And ways to spend the Early hours Than to get some sleep