Smallest Man In The World Songtext
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Smallest Man In The World Songtext
It′s the first week in September and the
Leaves; already turning with the year that disappears
While the Warden feeds fairground horses,
Measure out the miles between the towns; between the bounds
And the dark-eyed men with golden earrings curse the fading light
The children shiver in their beds and wish away the night
Somewhere in their dreams they think they catch a
Sight of the smallest man in the world, in the world In-between the hall of mirrors and the dancing
Girls with sequins in their hair, who'll find in there
Underneath the orange
That people hold forget it′s rude to stare, does he care?
In a red and yellow tunic from a children's fancy dress
Underneath this canvas, old man's eyes search the empty nest
Is it sorrow, is it hate, my friend,
You′ll never guess the smallest man in the world, in the world
Climbing up the creaky caravan
When there′s no more tunes left to play, it's almost day
And another night of laughter that has chased
Him ′til he can't feel anymore, is passed the door
And his silent friend, the cat, comes in with midnight in his eyes
He looks for stars to wish on just to find they′ve passed him by
The only question left to ask is why, why, why?
The smallest man in the world, in the world
Leaves; already turning with the year that disappears
While the Warden feeds fairground horses,
Measure out the miles between the towns; between the bounds
And the dark-eyed men with golden earrings curse the fading light
The children shiver in their beds and wish away the night
Somewhere in their dreams they think they catch a
Sight of the smallest man in the world, in the world In-between the hall of mirrors and the dancing
Girls with sequins in their hair, who'll find in there
Underneath the orange
That people hold forget it′s rude to stare, does he care?
In a red and yellow tunic from a children's fancy dress
Underneath this canvas, old man's eyes search the empty nest
Is it sorrow, is it hate, my friend,
You′ll never guess the smallest man in the world, in the world
Climbing up the creaky caravan
When there′s no more tunes left to play, it's almost day
And another night of laughter that has chased
Him ′til he can't feel anymore, is passed the door
And his silent friend, the cat, comes in with midnight in his eyes
He looks for stars to wish on just to find they′ve passed him by
The only question left to ask is why, why, why?
The smallest man in the world, in the world
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