The third man
He's always right and never wrong
He's more like a grey zone
To his clients he offers a second life
And they are doomed to win, no risk, no rules
No collateral damage
It's like a walk at the bottom of the sea
The third man is always in the middle you see
In the middle between weak and strong
The middle between right and wrong
In the middle between black and white
The middle between day and night
Hey third man
Where do you stand?
How do you do without breathing?
How are you enough to yourself?
How can you start over again and again and again?
You're the third man
He will be there
Where things have not gone right
And you need to get through the night
He's the heart of the matter in the match
When a lie comes true with an overstretch
And it takes a vocational solving
It's like a walk in space with no gravity
The third man is always in the middle trust me
In the middle between dark and light
The middle between give up and fight
In the middle between first and last
The middle between future and past
Between friend and foe
Between Jude and Joe...
Weak and strong, right and wrong
In the middle between dark and light
Black and white, day and night
The middle between give up and fight
Dark and light, give up and fight
In the middle between first and last
First and last, future and past
The middle between future and past
Not gone right
Through the night
In the match
With an overstretch
Watch out the third man is coming
He's more like a grey zone
In the middle between weak and strong
He's coming...