He’ll have many friends
Whilst he poses so well
On a brightly lit stage
And an audience of admirers
Who will do anything
Well I thought I knew you
Oh cynical one
I thought I knew where you were coming from
His face is a map of all the worries he’s ever had
And his shivering hands wander far from his head
Only to find they end up back where they began
As a pillow for his crying eyes instead
His crying eyes instead
His crying eyes instead
I’vе been left in the dark
With only flickers of light
That bouncе off the walls
And shine in my eyes bright
They are sharp and cunning quips
Sometimes I’d rather forget
And things I wish you’d never had said
Things I wish you’d never had said
His face is a map of all the worries he’s ever had
And his shivering hands wander far from his head
Only to find they end up back where they began
As a pillow for his crying eyes instead
His crying eyes instead
His crying eyes instead
Oo-oo-ooh
Oo-oo-ooh
Oo-oo-oo-ooh
His face is a map of all the worries he’s ever had
And his shivering hands wander far from his head
Only to find they end up back where they began
As a pillow for his crying eyes instead
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
