He can hear the crack of a whip
He can hear the snap of a twig
Jacques in the settling track of the mezzanine crack on the Vaseline pack
So he left the impression of his fingers in the soft mud
Jacques in the settling track of the mezzanine crack on the Vaseline pack
He feels like a foreigner
He feels like a sailor in the dark
A sailor in the dark
He can smell the scent in your hair
He can smell your perfume in the air
Jacques in the settling black no he doesn’t look back just follows the track
So his stuck in the presence of the glooming paralyzed mud
Jacques in the settling black no he doesn’t look back just follows the track
He feels like a foreigner
He feels like a sailor in the dark
A sailor in the dark