The Pretty Things
Drowned Man
Out in the street it's gently raining
It's like dancing on glass
You and your razor blade assistant
Carved the lies right from the past
But they offered you such miracles
You who have been handling straws
Soon you're deafened by the decibels
Then you're swallowed by the applause
Give'em, take'em, paint a face and I
Live'em, make'em, make'em laugh and cry
I am waiting here, your memory still holds
I am waiting here, but I'm growing so cold
Take what you need
Give the rest back
Give it to the drowned man beneath the water
He was a friend, till they stole him back
Hope they get, hope he had, what they're after
Take what you need
Give the rest back
Give it to the drowned man beneath the water
He was a friend, till they stole him back
Now he plays all his days with the master
All the nameless, motherless, helpless
Crouching figures in the park
Warm to songs that sing of freedom
Then with loneliness they dance
Long ago there was a friendship
Now there's wreckage on some greek beach
Down at the gate they still remember
It's in the diaries they keep
Take what you need
Give the rest back
Give it to the drowned man beneath the water
He was a friend, till they stole him back
Hope they get, hope he had, what they're after
Take what you need
Give the rest back
Give it to the drowned man beneath the water
He was a friend, till they stole him back
Now he plays all his days with the master