The Man That Knew Too Much Lyrics
| Song | The Man That Knew Too Much |
| Artist | Silverchair |
| Album | Young Modern |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Johns | |
| There was a man that knew too much | |
| With a panic attic 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 | |
| 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 grey | |
| 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 | |
| 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 grey | |
| It's not enough to say that this is my love | |
| 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 | |
| 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 grey | |
| It's not enough to say | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Johns | |
| There was a man that knew too much | |
| With a panic attic 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 | |
| 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 grey | |
| 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 | |
| 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 grey | |
| It' s not enough to say that this is my love | |
| 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 | |
| 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 grey | |
| It' s not enough to say | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Johns | |
| There was a man that knew too much | |
| With a panic attic 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 | |
| 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 grey | |
| 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 | |
| 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 grey | |
| It' s not enough to say that this is my love | |
| 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 | |
| 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 grey | |
| It' s not enough to say | |
| 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 |
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