Ventriloquists

Oh my sweet
Where have you been
Been working hard to imagine
As you told me
In confidence
In secrecy, couldn't hold it

You crept inside a conversation I don't want
A slip of the tongue, was all it took to go wrong
And now it looks like your heads on fire
Bewitching blue eyes

Far so far you keep me hanging (pass it on, pass it on baby)
On and on the bombs are dropping (pass it on, pass it on baby)
Far so far them red hand witches (pass it on pass it on, pass it on, pass it)
On and on

The many strings
Upon your fingers
Puppeteering your little world
Cackling cos you're

Aiming for the Apple sat on Gods head
Gasping for a breath of stale air
Disregarding what we all said
There's just no helping you
There's just no helping you

Far so far you keep me hanging (pass it on, pass it on baby)
On and on the bombs are dropping (pass it on, pass it on baby)
Far so far them red hand witches (pass it on pass it on, pass it on, pass it)
On and on
On and on

Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it