God must be tripled Or is it the flow Of people in plastic down of the road My street looks familiar But something has changed I know all these moves But I don't know the game Who's that man Standing in my window Who's that man Looking just like me I grew up in hotels Mother's room had a??? Soundwise reflecting I only spoke when I had to Home touch? Nothing, no Not even a try I care my hands in my pockets And I married the scars Who's that man, that man Standing in my window Who's that man, that man Looking just like me It's twenty past five December, Berlin I made my last record And all my contracts are done I can go wherever it pleased I can change my name again, if I need He's to fear way no He's looking at her Take a step and touched her The back of his neck He won't turn around, I know He knows, who I am He's strong and he's soft and he's cool Like his wall He's my man, my man Standing in my window He's my man, my man Looking just like me He's a man... Standing in my window He's my man, my man Looking out like me