Silverchair
The Man That Knew Too Much

There was a man that knew too much
With a panic attic mind but a chance to numb
His golden touch to ignore the will of time
Had me struck down open to the fact
I was standing in a line with a broken occupation on my back

Time is not a moment we're letting slip away
There's nothing left to say it's changing every day
The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey
It's not enough to say that this is my love

He had the anti midas touch
Temporary state of mind
But a chance to die enhances growth
Now I'm trembling all the time
Stumble round making faces on the scene
Scene what what
Stumble round make your faces on your own

Time is not a moment we're letting slip away
There's nothing left to say it's changing every day
The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey
It's not enough to say that this is my love

I'm not your mocking bird
That sings your cellar song
She got a paper run
You're compensated

Can we all gather round on the scene
Can we all move around on our own
Are ya a mover shaker all alone

Time is not a moment we're letting slip away
There's nothing left to say it's changing every day
The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey
It's not enough to say
Time is not a moment we're letting slip away
There's nothing left to say but this is my love

I'm not your mocking bird
That sings your cellar song
She got a paper run to write your letters wrong


Mirror lyrics:

She got a paper run to write your letters wrong
That sings your cellar song
I'm not your mocking bird

There's nothing left to say but this is my love
Time is not a moment we're letting slip away
It's not enough to say
The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey
There's nothing left to say it's changing every day
Time is not a moment we're letting slip away

Are ya a mover shaker all alone
Can we all move around on our own
Can we all gather round on the scene

You're compensated
She got a paper run
That sings your cellar song
I'm not your mocking bird

It's not enough to say that this is my love
The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey
There's nothing left to say it's changing every day
Time is not a moment we're letting slip away

Stumble round make your faces on your own
Scene what what
Stumble round making faces on the scene
Now I'm trembling all the time
But a chance to die enhances growth
Temporary state of mind
He had the anti midas touch

It's not enough to say that this is my love
The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey
There's nothing left to say it's changing every day
Time is not a moment we're letting slip away

I was standing in a line with a broken occupation on my back
Had me struck down open to the fact
His golden touch to ignore the will of time
With a panic attic mind but a chance to numb
There was a man that knew too much


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