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A Wishful Puppeteer Lyrics
I haven't seen you since that Brooklyn night
I guess it's been a year by now
Cold and rainy, in a poet's words
Dark and crimson in a drunken way
I was frozen in a windowpane
Kind of like I was on a movie screen
You hair was darker than I remembered it
I was as awkward as I could've been
So much has changed, it seems nothing ever changes
I found a way to wear a thousand different faces
Time creeps into my dreams
Breathe deep
Fill your lungs with me
Headaches, stalemates
Chest pains, I'm trembling
Ink stains, text to burn
Am I leaving?...Am I leaving?
I found your face in my dreams the last two nights
What are you doing here?
What am I singing for?
A windowsitter grown into the crutch
The crutch has always been right there for him
I'm sorry for pushing her away
I'm dark and crimson in a drunken sway
I'm dark and crimson in a drunken sway
So much has changed it seems nothing ever changes
I guess it's been a year by now
Cold and rainy, in a poet's words
Dark and crimson in a drunken way
I was frozen in a windowpane
Kind of like I was on a movie screen
You hair was darker than I remembered it
I was as awkward as I could've been
I found a way to wear a thousand different faces
Time creeps into my dreams
Breathe deep
Fill your lungs with me
Chest pains, I'm trembling
Ink stains, text to burn
Am I leaving?...Am I leaving?
What are you doing here?
What am I singing for?
A windowsitter grown into the crutch
The crutch has always been right there for him
I'm sorry for pushing her away
I'm dark and crimson in a drunken sway
I'm dark and crimson in a drunken sway
So much has changed it seems nothing ever changes
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Submitted by
x405pastmidnight On Apr 11, 2004
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This song is about someone from your past that no matter how hard you try, you just can't fully let go of. No matter what direction your life takes, that person is always in your mind, until eventually it becomes a crutch, an excuse even, for pushing other people away. Goddamn, I can relate to this song entirely too much...
I think that end line really says a lot.....so much has changed but nothing ever changes. I know that even though my friends and I have grown apart, we can get together and laugh at the same old jokes.
A couple of corrections.
"Chest Pain, i'm trembling." (this is a fairly often theme mentioned in Chris's songs....ie chest pains from smoking/drinking.)
(a window setup groaning to the clutch the clutch has always been right there for him)
This line should be, "A window sitter grown into a crutch, the crutch thats always been right there for him."