Lyrics Montaigne – Clip My Wings

You’re asking me
To be kind to you
Well, let me tell you something, dear
That kind of game takes two

I’m wrestling
The air between the parts
Of matter in my brain
You make it all so hard
Don’t talk of what you
Think I did or did not do

Put your strings on me
Subtle puppetry
Clip my wings and see
Clip my wings and see
Put your strings on me
Nobody will see

An energy
Of threat and your despair
Tells me to leave
I don’t want to be here
You’re salivating
Over the mess you’re making

Put your strings on me
Subtle puppetry
Clip my wings and see
Clip my wings and see
Put your strings on me
Nobody will see

Fantastically
I live inside a dream
Reality
Can not be what it seems
Don’t move I’ll hurt you
I’m devoid of virtue

Put your strings on me
Subtle puppetry
Clip my wings and see
Clip my wings and see
Put your strings on me
Nobody will see
Put your strings on me
Subtle puppetry
Clip my wings and see
Clip my wings and see
Put your strings on me
Nobody will see