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!