From the recording Too Many Spirits
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