Testo: Powderfinger. Internationalist. Private Man.

I tell you he?s a private man
In a public circumstance
He?s eying off an old door frame
Looking for a drastic change

It?s such a shame this has to end
But things are out of his command

He has no further truth to tell
Now he has absolved himself
He?s eying off an old door frame
History secures his name

It?s such a shame this has to end
But things are out of his command
There?s no more problems to defend
Now he falls so far

I tell you he?s a private man
In a public circumstance
He?s eying off an old door frame
Looking for a tragic change

It?s such a shame this has to end
But things are out of his command
There?s no more problems to defend

When he falls so far
When you fall so far
Now he falls so far
When you fall so hard