Him Lyrics - Singles - Sitting Dove

I was standin' outside my son's karate class 

Lost in my mind, the sky was overcast 

A force behind me, forced me to move 

Two-tiered face, poof, and cut to 

A man beside me making his way through 

His slacks and t-shirt both faded gray/blue 

Had a once refined Hannibal Lector face 

He Glanced at me and looked away 

Then back, "Your son take classes here?" 

Now he said son, not kid, you hear 

When I said "Yes," he said "What style?" 

I said a mix, but he should ask inside 

Leaned in, looked, stopped seemed to sigh 

Shook his head, and then replied 

"It's great your son takes self-defense" 

He creeped me out more than a little bit 

He asked me if I took classes too 

I told him "No," but back when used to 

Take Jeet Kun Do, Wing Chung Kung Fu 

He said he doubted what I took was true 

Then out 'a nowhere, he performed a move 

Way beyond anything that I knew 

Swirling arm trails defying law 

Egyptian Magician Bibl-i-cal 

He finished with his big bicep flexed 

Looked like my first teacher, read-y set 

Expanding ripples of orange and green 

Encircled me with mean feelings 

I could feel his secret murderous intent 

And I wished him that same consequence 

My next thought, Attack, no, flee! 

Yet I stood there without moving 

He praised the Chinese Imperial Guard 

I think for their expertise in martial arts 

Then he caught himself, stopped inexplicably 

For an instant, looked worried 

He shrugged and motioned for my arm 

He acted like I knew what was going on 

I didn't know what he had in mind... 

But I gave him my arm without askin' why 

He jerked my arm forward in such a way... 

That it made a space where my shoulder rotates 

My forearm upward, his trimmed claw slid 

Purposefully across my skin 

He Stressed my arm so I no doubt knew 

That he could tear my arm off if he wanted to 

He wheeled his arm too fast to see 

His elbow touchin' mine...so gently 

A knowing nod as our elbows met 

His face was then like Baph-o-met 

A glowing bronze that faded out 

The Same time my son's class let out 

His grip released as I ducked inside 

Got my son and looked behind 

Nothing so we went outside 

No hint of Him, just dim sunlight 

He could have been another California nut 

It's just not who that I think he was 

I heard he was seen in a Chrysler LeBaron 

He touched me on the sidewalk standin' 

I felt inhabited, my wits were getting thin 

Was this like that movie Fallen? 

Did he somehow gain control of me? 

I looked at my life and saw a theme 

It was present in the things I owned 

Cryptic designs, red workout clothes 

A blood red office with old world vibe 

And guess the color of the car I drive 

My Last Supper print is not quite right 

It's floor is a checkered black and white 

Corrupted crosses and the like 

That same handprint throughout my life 

That's when a new thought came to me 

That maybe the meeting was a veiled blessing 

Maybe he was ordered to set me free? 

That the meeting was supposed to * make me see 

I know others have had such meetings 

Then lived grand lives of deprav-it-y 

Nobody knows... but it could be...That 

They may have misread the true meaning 

Who controls both damned and saved? 

Who's secret goal is to degrade? 

What if our Earthly end is near? 

Will it be less than God you fear?