Man of Stone - Tall Heights

Wearing the name on my body

Painting the faith on my soul

Baring my teeth just to hold on

Practice the art of control

Emblems of cavemen they taught me

The importance of typing in bold

The weight of a simple depiction

As the days unfold

As the hour grows

As the hour grows

I know that I can keep the voice of doubt from speaking on its own

'Cause I’ve always been a silent figure

And I’ve never been a man of stone

I sure don’t have eyes like an eagle’s

I couldn’t be waiting for war

Why should I think that I’d have survived

In the days of yore

But the gifts of the Greeks oh they taught me

Radio favors the bold

The key to survival is pleasing your rivals

Till the days unfold

As the hour grows

As the hour grows

I know that I can keep the voice of doubt from speaking on its own

'Cause I’ve always been a silent figure

And I’ve never been a man of stone

Yeah the fevers of Wallace they taught me

That wisdom began with a cold

So let me grow feeble and fragile

As the days unfold