I saw a face through a crack in the clouds

it was, my mistake it's just the sun shining down

through a break in the storm

i've been walking underneath for a little while now

not just a glimmer of hope, not just a trick of the light

more like a photo of myself that i could still recognise

familiarise

with that little wry smile now

and if it's all just man's work should i even sing about the way i feel

why should anybody care

if i've had a great day or a shitty week

you laugh, you cry, you hurt x2

and it's all man's work

i tried to sleep i try walking around

it was just my attempt to find some sorrrows i could drown

when your drinking smoking, you're not thinking, you're just hoping it'll change now

this is not me moaning

it's not me crying for help

this is not some underhanded way to put the spotlight on myself,

i'm all good, all good hiding in the shade now

and if it's all just man's work should i even sing about the way i feel

why should anybody care

if i've had a great day or a shitty week

you laugh, you cry, you hurt x2

and it's all man's work

you laugh, you cry, you hurt, you live, you die, you turn to dust, and then man's work is done x2