It's just down here
That I wanted
...War
I'm going home
You're not there
What am I without you ?
It's just down here
That I wanted
...Joy
Facts of life
That makes, poor of me
A wooden puppet
Chorus
It's like a long series
That bears your name
I have grainy vainly
I count my prayers
I carry around the spleen
And stun is good
I think to the loss
Of all my dreams
Mary sees that you
From the top of your tower
Cologne of puppets
Poor souls
The soul distraught
Immersed in confusion
Please do, be there
Hear my prayers