Butterfly Nostalgia: Manikin Hands

Manikin Hands

Hands of wood carved for beauty
They were once a graceful tree
With roots so deep – so strong and bold
But now they shiver in the cold
Like autumn leaves
Adrift, too frail to hold
To hold…
Like autumn leaves, adrift, too frail to hold

Manikin hands
Your... manikin hands
Are losing hold…

Hands of wax formed to live on
Silhouettes of legends gone
They’re lifeless stars without a sky
Two dimensional as a Christmas lie
These silhouettes
We will not let them die
Them die…
These silhouettes, we will not let them die

Manikin hands
Your... manikin hands
Are losing hold…

Hands of stone carved from earth’s bone
Polluted by the chisel shown
Never do justice let alone beauty
To what wind and water had made thee
I can’t recognize
My sweet little honeybee
Honeybee...
I can’t recognize my sweet little honeybee

Maché trees and cardboard wings
I don’t need any of these things
There ain’t no script – no role to be
And you’ll never need one to satisfy me

Hands of wood carved for beauty
They were once a graceful tree
With roots so deep – so strong and bold
But now they shiver in the cold
Like autumn leaves
Adrift, too frail to hold
To hold
Like autumn leaves, adrift, too frail to hold

Manikin hands
Your, manikin hands
Are losing hold…