Harry Manx. Coat Of Mail. Zeneszám

There's an honest man I know in the welfare line
Lives upstairs at the Yale
You can call him a good friend of mine

He was taken down by the man at his door
Cloak of desperation, got wrapped around his soul

Sew him a coat of mail
Make it all alright
Send him the wind to sail
Sew him a coat of mail

I stood below your window, some things I understood
Out in the world's a struggle, every man needs a plan


You can listen without words, it''s not everyone can see
But I recognize your eyes, yeah they once belonged to me

You walk the streets at sunrise, no matter where you turn
There's questions without answers, they continue to burn

It's a fine, fine thread gonna keep you in this place
Well I see you sound yourself something
cause it's written on your face