sexta-feira, setembro 21, 2007

You Think I Am

surely you can buy a drink
for someone so renowned
i'm not the man you think i am
but i'm the man you've found

i'm burning with indifference
i'm sleeping with desire
i'm selling snow to eskimos
i'm preaching to the choir

my past is catching up to me
my chips are coming due
i'm not the man you think i am
but i'm the man for you