they might be giants
my man
My man Muscles from hand to foot Completely coated in uninterrupted skin  My man Signals command the leg To follow orders coming down from headquarters Why then am I in bed? I guess my man's fallen out with my head May I direct your attention to the following simile You're like the coasts of an ocean Buried beneath is a submarine cable Connecting the opposite shores that surround it  My man How can he stand? Your fingers could encircle clear around the ankle My man won't walk again In conflict with express instructions given by the brain Why can't the message be sent? I guess my man's fallen out with my head When something happens to drag on the floor of the ocean For instance an anchor or mooring The cable can be disrupted and even be severed Which halts the transmission across it There is no way to repair the break  My man Muscles from hand to foot Completely coated in uninterrupted skin My man Signals command the leg To follow orders coming down from headquarters  My man How can he stand? My man Muscles from hand to foot Completely coated in uninterrupted skin My man Won't walk again