The creature of innocence
You lie for what you're worth
And struggle with your confidence
And when your devil complains
And tears you up, to start again
And when you're lying on the stage
And nothing works, just living hurts
With the secret harmonic emotion
Two players in a puppet show
There's noone that can take you home
And when your devil complains
And tears you up, to start again
And when you're lying on the stage
And nothing works, just living hurts
With the secret harmonic emotion