Poor giant

Guillamino

poor giant, stuck in that bottle
you look so sadly satisfying
if I could wipe a tear from your
distilated water falling silent from your eye
then my soul would never know
my soul would never know

you know it's your image
that I hate to see in that bottle
you know it's the open mind I need to see
the world with brand new eyes

then my soul would never know
because bad thing never seems
to have a way of finishing
all it started on the road but then
we never came to tears

I am watching from this hill
sunny day and standing still
how submission dissapears
and our love comes clear

poor giant, stuck in that bottle
you look so sadly satisfying