Of The Maker Lyrics

found out like it's ordinary stuck within the strings
So pull me down and pull me out and lay me here to bleed
Nowhere down within the maze of twine will be relief
A Savior would do me just fine as I'm slaved by all these things

(chorus)
I'm stuck in the middle I'm stunted to fold
But nobody here knows what I need to know
I've found this amusing I've been to your show
But nobody here knows what I need to know

Find me in the middle ground to tread to wander down below
I'm carved of a wooden heart by a Man I don't even know
And only for part of a minuet as I wish I could be gone
I ache for a touch of the Maker for I am a puppet and I am lost

So a silence sweeps over this place
The Maker He reaches to touch my face
So now forever You make me alive
I'm dead as a puppet but breath with Your life

I'm stuck in the middle I'm stunted to fold
But nobody here knows what I need to know
I've found this amusing but now I can go
'cause nobody here knows what I need to know