Shape me with your hands
A little wooden man
Can we please pretend
That I am something more than what I am?
I dance around the air
Like I don't have a care
Replace my face with something
More than a hollow, vacant stare
Cut my strings and grant me wings
I'm full of life and careless dreams
There's no such thing as a happy ending
But I keep pretending
I'm something more than I am
Your little wooden man
A smile across their faces
The candle flickers out
Their eyes light up the spaces
Where the silence meets a screaming doubt
Try to call for help, but
I cannot make a sound
Pull from within the will to live
But it's lost and can't be found
Cut my strings and grant me wings
I'm full of life and careless dreams
There's no such thing as a happy ending
But I keep pretending
I'm something more than I am
Your little wooden man, man!
Make me dance, I'm your puppet on a string!
Make me dance, I'm your puppet on a string!
Make me dance, I'm your puppet on a string!
Make me dance, I'm your puppet!
Now they're calling to me
The time has come to stand
I try to move, but I'm held in place
By the power of your hand!
Cut my strings and grant me wings
I'm full of life and careless dreams
There's no such thing as a happy ending
But I keep pretending
I'm something more than I am
Your little wooden man
Your little wooden man
Make me dance, I'm your puppet on a string!
Make me dance, I'm your puppet on a string!
Make me dance, I'm your puppet on a string!
Make me dance, I'm your puppet!
Make me dance, I'm your puppet!