Originally performed by GHOSTS.
What kind of man do you think I am?
Will I be?
Will I sink or swim?
This time I know it's not enough,
Just to love.
Alexander cut the mighty knot that Gordias wrought.
When I was young, I believed in the sword.
I was armoured and with shield.
20 years of cool Pacific air,
I think my skin is moss.
Every stone was once what it is not,
Even iron is lost.
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