Pantomime

I’m on strings
So move me
March, march, march
To the beat of no drums
The lights are on
But way too bright
I’m on strings
So move me
Paint my
Face right
So I can be a pantomime
It’s all wrong
Hey it’s all wrong
Start it again
By pouring wine
Into a bottomiess cup
By shooting cheap
What do you achieve?
The same answers
Beckoned more than once
Renders the mean
That you’re not listening
Paint my
Face right
So I can be a pantomime
It’s all wrong
Hey it’s
All wrong
Start it again
Paint my
Face right
So I can be a pantomime
It’s all wrong, It’s all wrong, It's 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
It’s all wrong
Hey it’s all wrong
Start it again
Paint my
Face right
So I can be a pantomime
It’s all wrong, It’s all wrong, It's all wrong
(Merci à Marie pour cettes paroles)