My Broken Doll

My Broken Doll And here at last As smoke gets in my eyes I lay to rest The soul of my Broken doll The soul of my broken doll The soul of my broken doll The soul of my broken doll Before moving on A rupture in the web of time Will have to be mended and signed off With a ritual or prayer I like to keep track of time by Drawing up a list of things defunct Another one of thoughts Leading to radical changes A list of things that make my heart beat faster Right then and there and now One of things deplorable I will never allow I learned to wrap it up devotedly And give it all away Into the flames of a fire There’s a fire burning now And here at last As smoke gets in my eyes I lay to rest The soul of my broken doll The soul of my broken doll The soul of my broken doll The soul of my broken doll Here she goes, now All the scattered fragments of my dreams And maybe dreams of strangers, too The bits and pieces of a life That has been lived I like to keep them well apart I like not to be confused So, I keep the fire burning There’s a fire burning now And here at last As smoke gets in my eyes I lay to rest The soul of my broken doll The soul of my broken doll The soul Of my broken doll Here she goes now She’s going up She’s going down She’s going round and round My broken doll My broken doll Mmmh She’s going up, yeah She’s going down She’s going round, yeah Up, up, she’s going up, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh up, yeah And here at last As smoke gets in my eyes I lay to rest The soul of my broken doll The soul of my broken doll The soul of my The soul of my The soul of my broken doll