================================================== ================================================== ♫🎵♪🎶ılılıll |̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅| llılılı ♫🎶♪🎵 Wir haben eine deutschsprachige Community aufgebaut: Wir sind die 🔊StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 📞 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ▄ █ ▄ █ ▄ ▄ █ ▄ █ ▄ █ ♫͙◟̊₍ꃔ₎◞🎵♪🎶◟₍ꃔ₎◞̊♫͙ ================================================== ================================================== Lyrics: Rain on the avenues tonight Taxis roll slow through the street Somewhere above all the trouble and noise A man stands calm and discreet Nobody knows what the “G” means Gregory, Gideon… maybe a lie Old Joe the bartender swore one evening “It means: don’t get too close to that guy” High in a penthouse of glass and steel Whiskey resting in his hand Looking down over restless Manhattan Like he already understands He’s the man in the penthouse Watching the world down below Half saint, half shadow Nobody truly knows A smile like borrowed silver A mind that never tells The kindest sinner in Manhattan Or the politest devil — Ebell Stories drift through every barroom Like dollar bills in the wind Bootleg trucks rolling out of Canada Cards dealt thick with sin They say Havana owed him favors Tables where fortunes fell But every cop who chased the rumors Came back with nothing on Ebell He’s the man in the penthouse Watching the world down below Half saint, half shadow Nobody truly knows Hospitals whisper his kindness Orphans speak well of his name But when he walks through a doorway The room never feels the same Tailored coat and a dark felt hat Steps quiet, measured, slow Eyes of a man who has seen too much More than he lets you know A detective once said in a low voice After years of chasing trails “He’s either heaven’s most generous sinner Or hell’s most charming male” He’s the man in the penthouse High above rain and sin Where secrets drink with silence And no one asks where he’s been Raise a glass to the mystery The truth none can compel The richest shadow in Manhattan G. R. Ebell Some men buy their fortune Some men buy their peace But the man in the penthouse Keeps both on a private lease
