Donatello

(álbum: Bivouac - 1992)

When I come to life, I'll suck the air so deep now
That will be my first breath
I'm gonna cut my strings and kill the puppeteer now
Then I'll walk on out of here

I'll make sure nothing happens here
Follow all those fingers pulling me

I've felt your hands shaping me all wrong ways
Stone, it warms to flesh now
They'll come from far and wide to see an empty pedestal
I'm long gone

I'll make sure nothing happens here
Follow all those fingers pulling me

When it all comes down
I can show you something you will not believe
When it all comes down
We're gonna see a real masterpiece

Speak, speak!
Speak, speak!

With an artist's eye and a killer's touch now
Takes a life to make one
You had to get a grip, but I was caught inside of it
Sure you made an impression
(Depression)

I'll make sure nothing happens here
Follow all those fingers pulling me

I'll make sure nothing happens here
Follow all those fingers pulling me

I'll make sure nothing happens here
Follow all those fingers pulling me

I'll make sure nothing happens here
Follow all those fingers pulling me