The Less You Seem To Know Testo

As he lays himself to rest

On a flowerbed

Staring at a black coloured ceiling



A blanket made of air
A pillow made of stone

He lays himself to rest

Master on his thrown



Yeah, yeah, yeah



Alarmclock made with feathers

Breakfast filled with sand

Walking past the shoreline

His life in his hands


Magic fingers draw attention

To the people passing by

Generocity fills his stomach

As it fills his mind



Yeah, yeah, yeah



The more you have

The more you want

The less you'll able to give

The more you need

The more you have to get

The less you seem to know

What really matters...



The more you had

The more you wanted

The less you'd able to give

The more you needed

The more you had to get

The less you seemed to know

What really mattered...

Not all that comes to you serves you right



Yeah, yeah, yeah