Sondre Lerche
Sondre Lerche
Sondre Lerche
Sondre Lerche
Sondre Lerche
Sondre Lerche
Sondre Lerche
Sondre Lerche
Sondre Lerche
Sondre Lerche
Sondre Lerche
Sondre Lerche
Sondre Lerche
Sondre Lerche
Here's a man, his own tragic mirror
Capable of such crimes he is scared
To look at himself too long at a time
Here's a man, his own wrapped up worry
Thinking he will do wrong very shortly
The answer remains locked up in his head
And charity plays a game with your head
It gets to you now, it gets to you now
And charity plays away with your head
It gets to you now, it gets to you now
Somehow you've got to smarten up
And act like nothing's ever gonna break you
Break you, break your mirror in two
Here's a man aware of his defects
Such a sensitive soul such a rebel
Capable of detecting his flaws
Here's a man self righteous, self pitying
Nursing losses and pain and inflicting guilt
That should keep them busy for days
And charity plays a game with your head
It gets to you now, it gets to you now
And vanity takes your dog for a walk
It gets to you now, it gets to you now
Somehow youve got to smarten up
And act like nothing's ever gonna
Break you, break you, break your mirror in two
Here's a man really worth the attention
So mature but so dumb
In broad daylight the answer remains locked up in his head
It's blowing around somewhere in his head