Lyrics

There’s a man who’s glassy stare
Looks through his own reflection
On to a pavement, filled with spirits

Sitting in a regular place
Distracted from the paper
Touches the distant traces, on his face

The sun burns through the window
Leaving him hot and dry
Too many spirits to follow this time

Always told to be somebody
If you’re not what’s left?
That hollow reflection
Glinting through the glass

The sun burns through the window
Leaving him hot and dry
Too many spirits to follow this time