Well by the smirking on your face I can tell you're looking for someone Somebody silent to endure the fiction you'll recite Well that somebody seems to be, regrettably, me And as the clocks slow down, it's going to be a long long night How did you ricochet every bullet that was ever shot? When you're the man that time forgot I never knew that you were living the dream on a daily basis I never realised that you had been through so much pain I don't remember these dizzy heights of your holy greatness And well I have to ask the question - who are you again? How did you ricochet every bullet that was ever shot When you're the man that time forgot