The Man With The Black Moustache

When he speaks he's never loud You could lose him in a crowd Changing color with the clouds Self-effacing at the start Oh so well he plays his part Secret violence in his heart Something stirring deeper down This man is no children's clown Leads you on to shaky ground All good things, they have to end Only so much you can spend Broken faith is slow to mend --- The Man with the Black Moustache - The Monochrome Set