He swam steadily for most of the day. suddenly
he found himself approaching an enormous
floating cavern. could it be an island? pinocchio
looked closed and he saw two huge rows of
sharp, yellow teeth and he realized his mistake.
So he would sulk and drink and mope
and cross his arms and hope to die.
and then a fairy came one night
to bring this sorry boy to life.
she pulled some strings,
spun him about,
that boy sprang up,
and began to shout,
"my arms, my legs, my heart, my face,
they are alive."
and she would cry, "liar, liar,
what have i done?
you're no lover and i'm no fighter."
The story goes on.
So he would buy her things and
kiss her hair to show he was for real.
and she would take those gifts and
kisses though just stringing him along.
she knew about those wooden boys,
it's an empty love to fill the void
pinocchio, oh boy, how your nose has grown
so he would cry, "liar, liar,
i'll prove it to you"
But then it grew.
he had grown tired of her
so it was true.
he left her apartment
and he walked all night long,
'til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.
but still he walked on
amongst the whales and waves
and screamed, "liar, liar"
and his wooden body floated away.
he just drifted away.
And now i wonder how i was made
now i wonder how i was made
my arms, my legs, my heart, my face,
my name is driftwood.