He Was Passing My World

Whistlin' The Melody

In The Simple Suit With Hands In His Pockets

Dirty Pieces Of Paper

Was Floatin' In The Air

And He Was Marchin'

Over'n'over Again.



I've Never Seen His Face.

Never Heard His Melody

I've Never Known That World

Is A Part Of His Tragedy.



Trampling The Povement

Of My Quiet Life

Smashing The Puzzles Made Of Human Souls

He Was Spittin' With Hate Red As The Blood

And I Just Wonder Why He Let Me Feel His Sad.



And Steel I Wonder Why

He Let Me Feel His Sad

Maybe Oneday I'll Know The Reason

Maybe Oneday I Will