◆Verse 1 Neon flickers on the glass, Smoke is swirling, nights that pass. Move in silence, play the game, Every glance without a name. ◆Chorus Fern puppet, shadows in my hand, City rhythms no one understands. Pulled by strings you’ll never see, Living out this mystery. ◆Verse 2 Midnight traffic, velvet tone, Jazz is whispering skin and bone. Slick illusions, silver eyes, Truth is dressed in thin disguise. ◆Chorus Fern puppet, shadows in my hand, City rhythms no one understands. Pulled by strings you’ll never see, Living out this mystery. ◆Bridge Cigarettes and quiet rain, Echoes running through the veins. Every move is sharp and clean, A puppet in the urban scene. ◆Final Chorus Fern puppet, dancing with the night, Vanishing before the morning light. Pulled by strings you’ll never see, A shadowed part of me.
