Puppets in a Snow Globe
Encased in crystal glow, a momentary flow
Now what do ya know
There's a frosted tree, shadows glimmering
Now where do we go
The sky is falling down, It's feeding the old cliche
The strings are twisting around, as we dance the night away
Breathing in the sound, as we lead our senses astray
Pleasing blind to greed, an incoherent need
Now what do ya know
Freedom in a sleeve, foolish apathy
Now where do we go
The sky is falling down, It's feeding the old cliche
The strings are twisting around, as we dance the night away
Breathing in the sound, as we lead our senses astray
Feeling foreign in our heads
Reprieving what we have confessed
Breathing life into a trance
Just dance for me
Dance, dance, dance, dance
The sky is falling down, It's feeding the old cliche
The strings are twisting around, as we dance the night away
We're breathing in the sound, as we lead our senses astray
We're puppets in a snow globe
Autor(es): Chris Musick
