At eight feet tall You were so formidable It's in your voice It's in the way you shave your hair The orphan boys And Bürstner sneaking out at night It's in your voice It's in the guilt you make me feel In all your greatness (all your greatness) In all your words (all your words) And you were in The line of shepherds at the inn And I believed The sounds you made were real sounds The tendons plead The way you danced along the shore The mountain pass The grove of trees where I performed In all your greatness (all your greatness) In all your words (in all your words)