Broken Doll - Richard Thompson

You called for me so here I am

Not a boy and not a man

Man enough to know the odds are long

They dress you up and keep you clean

Like courtiers around a queen

Show you good from bad, and right from wrong

All the tears in the world

All the tears in the world

Won’t mend a broken doll

The little things in life escape her

Dolls are made of rags and paper

China cracks and splits so easily

Doesn’t have the will, the strength

To hold the world out at arm’s length

Skin’s too thin, eyes too wide to see

This I could give love to you

And life to you and hope to you

As you look through me to something else

In your face I think I see

Twisted up in vanity

Angel soul imprisoned in a shell