Silverchair - Man That Knew Too Much lyrics

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Silverchair - Man That Knew Too Much lyrics

There was a man that knew too much With a panic attack mind but a chance to numb His golden touch to ignore the will of time Had me struck down, open to the fact I was standing in a line with a broken occupation on my back [Chorus] Time is not a moment we're letting slip away There's nothing left to say; it's changing every day The way I'm thinking - in different shades of gray It's not enough to say that this is my love He had the anti-midas touch Temporary state of mind But a chance to die enhances growth Now I'm trembling all the time Stumble 'round, making faces on the scene Scene what, what Stumble 'round, make your faces on your own [Chorus] I'm not your mocking bird That sings your cellar song She got a paper run You're compensated Can we all gather round on the scene? Can we all move around on our own? Are ya a mover, shaker all alone? [Chorus] Time is not a moment we're letting slip away There's nothing left to say but this is my love I'm not your mocking bird That sings your cellar song She got a paper run to write your letters wrong