Lyrics

Deep Deep in the tallest glass A man lost its way 69 Chardonney Sitting beside There lays a traveling man He fell from the skies Selling some peace of mind A man Swimming with sharks in his glass Can't find his way Confessed to the empty space The traveling salesman Fills in the gaps Sells him the tools To measure into the dark Ain't he divine Selling the distance between us and the sky Selling the distance between us and the sky Ain't he divine