His Face is a Map

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