Mad Man
He looks a little
Like a mad man
With his curls all big and messy
Cheeks a little red
Like he's drank another beer
Or two
Stillness around people
Is an impossibility
So Tobacco's his best friend
To distract the mess
I'm so curious
But then so insecure
That I just watch
And observe
I observe him and try
To figure him out
But that's where I'm too much
And intrusive my god
A genius at bass
A mystery to me
A little broken inside
Like all of us are
I can't stop questioning myself
But that will lead me to
Mad mans land
Traditions kept closely
To his heart
And feet on the ground
Doesn't believe that stars flicker
And planets don't
Realist in person
With morals carved in stone
When will I understand
That my gaze is very well visible
I observe him and try
To figure him out
But that's where I'm too much
And intrusive my god
A genius at bass
A mystery to me
A little broken inside
Like all of us are
I cant stop questioning myself
But that will lead me to
Mad mans land
It's now the end of the drive
And I arrive home
Trying to understand
Why am I like this
I sit down at the piano
And try to put into words
But I've been unable to explain
Like a mad man
With his curls all big and messy
Cheeks a little red
Like he's drank another beer
Or two
Stillness around people
Is an impossibility
So Tobacco's his best friend
To distract the mess
I'm so curious
But then so insecure
That I just watch
And observe
I observe him and try
To figure him out
But that's where I'm too much
And intrusive my god
A genius at bass
A mystery to me
A little broken inside
Like all of us are
I can't stop questioning myself
But that will lead me to
Mad mans land
Traditions kept closely
To his heart
And feet on the ground
Doesn't believe that stars flicker
And planets don't
Realist in person
With morals carved in stone
When will I understand
That my gaze is very well visible
I observe him and try
To figure him out
But that's where I'm too much
And intrusive my god
A genius at bass
A mystery to me
A little broken inside
Like all of us are
I cant stop questioning myself
But that will lead me to
Mad mans land
It's now the end of the drive
And I arrive home
Trying to understand
Why am I like this
I sit down at the piano
And try to put into words
But I've been unable to explain
Credits
Writer(s): Lara Pinto Fernandes
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