(Cochran,Crowe)
Unfaithful man, tearing up the garden.
Unfaithful man, I asked of you such simple things.
Telling yourself what you feel inside,
Is not the pain of those who hide,
Telling yourself over again,
You will never feel a thing.
You`re ten foot tall, unfaithful man
Where were you, when you found out.
Those things you hide, are talked about.
Believe in the way you move around,
If you don`t stand still you won`t get found.
Telling yourself over again
You will never feel a thing.
You`re ten foot tall, unfaithful man.
Telling yourself what you feel inside,
Is not the pain of those who hide.
Telling yourself over again
You will never feel a thing.
You`re ten foot tall..and bulletproof,
Unfaithful man