Вершы: Patrick Watson. Traveling Salesman.

Deep
Deep in the tallest clouds
A man lost his way
A 69 Chardonney
Sitting beside
There lays a traveling man
Who fell from the skies
Selling some piece of mind

A man
Swimming with sharks in his glass
Can't find his way
Convinced to the empty space

A traveling salesman
Fills in the gaps
He sells him the tools
To measure into the dark
A need divine
Selling the distance between us and sky
Selling the distance between us and sky

Selling the distance between us and sky
Selling the distance between us and sky