Regina Spektor - Man of a Thousand Faces lyrics

The man of a thousand faces
Sit's down at the table
Eats a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he knows her

He begins his quiet ascension
Without anyone's sturdy instruction
To a place of no religion
Has found a path to our alikeness

His words are quiet like stains are
On a tablecloth washed in a river
Stains that are trying to
Cover for each other
Or at least blend in with the pattern

Good is better than perfect
Scrub till your fingers are bleeding
And I'm crying for things that
I tell others to do without crying

He used to go to his favorite bookstores
And rip out his favorite pages
And stuff 'em into his breast pocket
And the moon to him was a stranger

Now, he sit's down at a table
Right next to the window
And begins his quiet ascension
Without anyone's sturdy instruction

To a place with no religion
Has found a path to our alikeness
And eats a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he knows her