The Man Nobody Can Touch - Jens Kuross

A little older, a little bolder

And still I shoulder this obsession

And what’s the use?

Is it my curse or just a crutch?

Are these the words I’ve never heard?

Is this my song or my confession?

Am I the man nobody can touch?

There for the taking, my heart is breaking

I don’t know how or what to give her

So all I gave was all I had

It wasn’t much

But as I lay there in my weakness

Said the sweetness in her whisper:

«Behold the man nobody can touch»

If it’s a lie then I’m living it

Still I grow tired of forgiving it

Was that the sentnce?

Was I the jury or the judg?

Cause I’m no good at picking winners

The messiahs from the sinners

I’m just a man nobody

I’m just a man nobody

I’m just a man nobody can touch