[00:02.73]They pulled the stars down one by one
[00:09.46]Hauled up the moon to shine upon
[00:15.57]A velvet curtain rising
[00:22.96]Now her puppet has cut his strings
[00:29.63]The footlights glare
[00:31.64]The trumpets blare
[00:36.24]Why is your face drawn on so glum, old chum
[00:42.90]Paintbrush dragging on a drum
[00:49.50]The rim shot on the punch line that you fumbled
[00:56.22]The crowd went home and left you
[01:02.71]For dead
[01:04.26]My old wooden head
[01:09.72]Took the thimble and the thread
[01:15.68]Choked back tears like a cymbal
[01:22.44]The breath is slow and shallow too
[01:28.78]The sky is bright Venetian blue
[01:35.68]The cardboard sun is all ablaze
[01:42.20]The air is painted Clifford Brown
[01:48.95]Caressing "Yesterdays"
[01:55.25]The steady gaze of your glass eye
[02:01.69]Head in a basket smiling still
[02:07.81]Free of will, free of wisdom
[02:14.77]Can't feel my fingers anymore
[02:21.46]Can't raise my hand and ask for more
[02:27.55]Dance my doll across the floor
[02:34.32]Or fire a flag from a pistol
[02:39.09]("Bang")
[02:41.02]They pulled the stars down one by one
[02:47.44]Hauled up the moon to wish upon
[02:53.88]The puppet finally cut his strings
[03:00.17]And free at last from earthly things
[03:06.78]He's dancing on the ceiling
[03:13.03]With a showgirl in a feather dress
[03:19.12]Time is meaningless
[03:25.71]We carried you on buckled limbs
[03:32.25]Through mournful airs and martyrs hymns
[03:38.46]Then one blue and one more yellow pill
[03:44.65]One keeps you quiet
[03:46.35]One keeps you still
[03:50.98]You sang "The Way You Looked Tonight"
[03:57.31]Your voice is ringing true and clear
[04:03.70]Then you wore them down like candlelight
[04:09.46]And in the darkness
[04:12.89]You'd best beware
[04:15.25]And in the darkness
[04:19.37]You'd best beware
[04:21.19]You'd best beware
[04:22.57]You'd best beware
[04:24.05]I used to love him
[04:28.60]When I used to care
[04:33.40]Canopy
[04:34.76]Satin trim
[04:36.71]Slowly closing
[04:41.30]The puppet has cut his strings