I saw a man with his house on his back
He was searching for a brand new home
His skin was solid steel
But the fragile heart was made of glass
Seal the exits and feign ignorance
O, how sweet the failing system!
O, how beautiful the setting Sun!
Time’s running out
We’re running out of time
What would we give to be
A man with the whole world in his hand?
I saw the man again
He was walking with a cane
But I failed to reason whether
He was limp, blind, or just insane
His skin was screaming silence
His fragile heart collapsed
He could call this a house
But this was not a home
No one’s home, nobody’s home
But there’s a crack up in the structure
Of the walls where the wind whispers
It says: Bury me, just bury me!
O, how sweet the failing system!
O, how beautiful the setting Sun!
Time’s running out
We’re running out of time
What would we give to be
A man with the whole world in his hand?
I saw the man again
I saw the man again
And I screamed
Because I didn’t know what else to do
No, I didn’t know what else to do
O, how sweet the failing system!
O, how beautiful
O, how sweet the failing system!
O, how beautiful the setting Sun!
Time’s running out
We’re running out of time
What would we give to be
A man with the whole world in his hand?
