He was a man such as the earth bears few of
He was a man made out of glass
And clear I see into him
Not thin-skinned but with all his nerves laid bare
But what's the use in talking when only it fails him?
I met him at the bottom of the river
We were walking with our cement boots on
I wasn't much for talkin' neither was he
So we got on beautifully
And let each other be
Cause what's the use in talking, when only it fails him?
At night I lift my sheets and sleep
And pray tonights a night he comes for me
We carry on much sweeter than the daylight ever could be
He was a man such as the earth bears few of
He was a man made out of glass
And clear I see into him
Not thin-skinned but with all his nerves laid bare
But what's the use in talking when only it fails him?
Yes what's the use in talking when only it betrays him?