Man That Knew Too Much



There was a man that knew too muchWith a panic attic mind but a chance to numbHis golden touch to ignore the will of timeHad me struck down open to the factI was standing in a line with a broken occupation on my back
Time is not a moment we're letting slip awayThere's nothing left to say it's changing every dayThe way I'm thinking in different shades of greyIt's not enough to say that this is my love
He had the anti midas touchTemporary state of mindBut a chance to die enhances growthNow I'm trembling all the timeStumble round making faces on the sceneScene what whatStumble round make your faces on your own
Time is not a moment we're letting slip awayThere's nothing left to say it's changing every dayThe way I'm thinking in different shades of greyIt's not enough to say that this is my love
I'm not your mocking birdThat sings your cellar songShe got a paper runYou're compensated
Can we all gather round on the sceneCan we all move around on our ownAre ya a mover shaker all alone
Time is not a moment we're letting slip awayThere's nothing left to say it's changing every dayThe way I'm thinking in different shades of greyIt's not enough to sayTime is not a moment we're letting slip awayThere's nothing left to say but this is my love
I'm not your mocking birdThat sings your cellar songShe got a paper run to write your letters wrong