(But there's no puppet here) [2]
(No she's not a player, she's a puppeteer)
(No she's not a player, she's a puppeteer, yeah)
(So much power, so much power)
Ah, Poseidon, eh
And let us puppets live
And now the God of Tides is out to end my life
And she's all my power, all my power
Back at home, my wife waits for me
But it's been 12 long years
But there's no puppet here (I can't)
But there's no puppet here [1]
I can't get you home, but I'll get you to the Underworld instead
I have been in love once before
I know of a brilliant prophet
I remember actions of passion
I'll release your men, and I'll get you to the Underworld instead
It might be your one final hope
Leads to kinder souls down the road
Maybe one day, the world will need a puppeteer no more
Maybe showing one act of kindness
Mistakes I ever make? (Don't break when)
Oh, 12 long years since I have seen my wife
Oh, well, who's to say, with all the mistakes I've made (don't be afraid)
Or maybe one day, the world will need a puppeteer more
Problem is this prophet is dead
She's my everything, my Penelope
Show me that you're willing to burn, whoa
So I beg you, Circe, grant us mercy
So much power, so much power (forgive me)
That they will be the last (think of your past)
There are many modes of control
There are many ways of persuasion
There are other means of deceit
There are other modes of control
There are other options of passion
There are other roads to the sou;
There are other ways of persuasion
There is so much power, so much power
There is the line never enough (I'm just a man)
There might be a way to evade him
There might be a way to get home
This is the price we pay for love (I'm just a man)
Though this other way's very dangerous
Wait, you're helping us?
Want to save your men from the fire?
You have so much left to learn