The Puppet: Echo & the Bunnymen

I’ll practice my fall for practice makes perfect 
Chained to the wall for maximum hold 
The window’s too far, too far from my legs 
Open the door and let out the cold
You knew about this 
With your head in your hands 
All along 
I was the puppet 
Trampolines broken ceiling has come down 
The ache in my back tells me  something’s gone wrong 
Rocking horse rocks as the wallpaper peels 
Curtain would like to know what he has done
We’re the salt of the earth 
We know what to say