Reality sits well with him
It's obvious, it's evident
He never folds his arms
He lets them hang

Picks his words as if he knew
The flat man hiding with a new
He never folds his arms
He lets them hang

So what's on his mind
Does it somersault like mine
Play rabbit and weasel
Yeah, what's on his mind
Does he keep his head in line
en spiegel

Oh oh oh oh...

Everyone has troubled thoughts
Jesus wept, and Krishna fought
But he never folds his arms
He lets them hang

He'll play them like a violin
Reality sits well with him
But he never folds his arms
He lets them hang

So what's on his mind
Does it somersault like mine
Play rabbit and weasel
Yeah, what's on his mind
Does he keep his head in line
En spiegel

So what's on his mind
Does it somersault like mine
Play rabbit and weasel
Yeah, what's on his mind
Does he keep his head in line
En spiegel


Lyrics submitted by tikilights

Spiegel Song song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain