IV. A Man Can Feel Songtext
von Transatlantic

So you think you′re in control?
Yet another gloomy day unfolded
Pushing panic from your door
One boss, one lie and one world order

Old classics are long overdue
New frontiers, it's a scary prospect
Hollow icons, revolving doors
Pale riders of no tomorrow, of no tomorrow


A man can feel he′s left out on his own
Like a stranger in his home
Now, what makes it all come apart?
A man can sense the speed of falling down
No feet on solid ground
Still time for a change of heart

The dogs of labor leaning on their spades
That Poker face won't stand a fall from grace
Now did you find the satisfaction needed?
Or did it leave you with an empty feeling?

Old classics are long overdue
New frontiers, it's a scary prospect
Hollow icons, revolving doors
Pale riders of no tomorrow, of no tomorrow


A man can feel he′s left out on his own
Like a stranger in his home
Now, what makes it all come apart?
A man can sense the speed of falling down
No feet on solid ground
Still time for a change of heart