Right across lives a man All pale white in worn out suits Crooked spine a haunted face Since the fall there's no sleep A slow decay of what used to be Worth remembering worth to save When comes the time to give in To give up to hold your breath In his dreams of late There were no solid ground A thousand waves in black and blue A hundred storms all came and went He was just all about To write it down and to keep track When lightning struck such irony So hit me, so hit me again