That Man
God must be tripping or is it the flow
Of people and plastic down on 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 at my window
Who's that man looking just like me
I grew up in hotels
Where the rooms had an echo
Sound waves reflecting
I only spoke when I had to
I wouldn't touch nothing no, not even try
I kept my hands in my pockets
And I married the skies
Who's that man, that man
Standing at my window
Who's that man, that man
Looking just like me
It's twenty past five december, Berlin
I've made my last record
All my contracts are done
I can go wherever I please
I can change my name again if I need
He's two feet away now he's looking ahead
I take a step and ties the
The back of his neck
He won't turn around now, no
He knows who I am
He's strong and he's soft
And he's cool and he's warm
He's my man, my man standing at my window
He's my man, my man looking just like me
He's, eh eh eh eh he he
Standing at my window he's my man, my man
Looking all like me