Low Man's Lyric My eyes seek reality, my fingers seek my veins. There's a dog at your back step; he must come in from the rain. I fall 'cause I've let go. The net below has rot away. So my eyes seek reality, and my fingers seek my veins. The trash fire is warm, but nowhere safe from the storm. And I can't bear to see what I've let me be, so wicked and worn. So as I write to you of what is done and to do, maybe you'll understand and won't cry for this man, 'cause low man is due. Please forgive me. My eyes seek reality, my fingers feel for faith. Touch clean with a dirty hand, I touch the clean to the waste. The trash fire is warm, but nowhere safe from the storm. Yeah. And I can't bear to see what I've let me be, so wicked and worn. So as I write to you, yeah, of what is done and to do, oh yeah, maybe you'll understand and won't cry for this man, 'cause low man is due. Please forgive me, yeah. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. So low, the sky is all I see. All I want from you is forgive me. So you bring this poor dog in from the rain, though he just wants right back out again. I cry to the alleyway, confess all to the rain. But I lie, lie straight to the mirror, the one I've broken to match my face. The trash fire is warm, but nowhere safe from the storm. Yeah. And I can't bear to see what I've let me be, so wicked and worn. So as I write to you, yeah, of what is done and to do, oh yeah, maybe you'll understand and won't cry for this man, 'cause low man is due. Please forgive me, yeah. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. So low, the sky is all I see. All I want from you is forgive me. So you bring this poor dog in from the rain, though he just wants right back out again. My eyes seek reality, my fingers seek my veins.