Marionettes - The Zolas

Sometimes an empire doesn’t fall

As masked invaders climb the walls

Or spreading fires or rising floods

Sometimes it dies within

The king and queen, they go to bed

On years of quiet neglect

To find the coffers bare but with

The musk of arrogance

With me, you’re making the same mistakes I made with you

I couldn’t convey I felt the same

It’s true, we’re marionettes

But we pull the strings

And here as we dance, we tangle

I’m spinning you round and closer we’re wound

We’re marionettes

There’s comfort in a holding hand

A schedule on which you depend

A cage in which you’re snugly penned

That’s what we have become

A cyclone in a glass of wine

We both have wishbones for a spine

But how long will we play this record’s tattered side

Afraid to change the song?