Double, The ()

He’s got a double for his stunts
He’s got a way of pushing men out the door
You’ll think he’s brave until he’s touched
Nothing like constancy to show us what we’re made of
Here’s a man with a time when he thought he’d liked you too much Now he’s
changing his mind, he’s all right alone
He likes the colors on the couch
And the way he hang his things on the wall
He’ll break a sweat to stop the rust
Something like frailty is always underneath us
And here’s a man with a time when he thought he’d liked you too much
Now he’s changing his mind because it’s never enough
And he’ll tell you he’s grown to know better than to commit to subtlety,
to subtlety
I know you’d like to rip it up and take a swing at the sky
Oh but broken, it won’t fill you up
Though you’re taking it in and you’re breaking a sweat
Watch it spilling out, watch it spilling out
And here’s a man with a time when he thought he’d liked you too much
Now he’s changing his mind because it’s never enough
And he’ll tell you he’s grown to know better than to commit to subtlety,
to subtlety
He’s got a double for his stunts
He’s got a way of pushing men out the door
You’ll think he’s brave until he’s touched
Nothing like constancy to show us what we’re made of
He’s got a double for his stunts (oh, oh)
He’s got a way of pushing men out the door (got a way pushing men)
Oh you’ll think he’s brave until he’s touched (think he’s brave 'til he’s
touched)
Nothing like constancy to show us what we’re made of (what we’re made of)
He’s got a double for his stunts
He’s got a way of pushing men out the door