Puppeteers of the Sky

We hang from the sky Strings work our fate We’re in a dancing light But we forget the day We’re pulled to the sun Into the burning heat We try to hold on But strings move our feet What when will come? When we can’t shield our eyes We’re too close to the sun And we’re too far from our night With burning strings We fall to the ground We move our limbs And when is found We taste the world We recall our fate We’re in a dancing mood As we head for the day