Man That Knew Too Much Lyrics - Young Modern - Silverchair

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