Marionettes

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?