Small House (B Side) Songtext
von Empty Atlas

Let′s play a game that gives you good reason to shout
You carefully inspect my mouth to find the words I can't get out
You′ll know you've won when I slowly walk away
You live to fight another day 'til someone else treats you the same

I′m hanging from a short string; I′m a puppet, a plaything
But I can think for myself when I'm left on the top shelf


And I pull the cord to hear you say the words I choose
"I love you so; you know I do." I′m sure at one time that was true
I'm at the point that I can′t figure which is worse
To hear you prove how well you
Curse, or to recite what you've rehearsed

I′m hanging from a short string; I'm a puppet, a plaything
But I can think for myself when I'm left on the top shelf

Of all your deeds, the most wicked one may be
The day you left and you broke what I believed

I′m hanging from a short string; I′m a puppet, a plaything
But I can think for myself when I'm left on the top shelf

I′m here with my own thoughts, and I realize that I'm not
Meant to be left out; it gets lonely in this small house