Текст песни: Primus. Tales From The Punchbowl. Glass Sandwich.

He stood in line with the rest
And waited got his chance
To take his place behind the glass
And watch the ladies dance

It's the nature of things

He stepped into the darkened space
The air was thick and warm
He drops the coins in one by one
The scene unfolds before him


He stands looking eye to thigh
As she looks down from above
Only to be recognized
As his former love

It's the nature of things