The Mirror

I used to cry everyday
But I won’t look back, No Way
I run to you and you run away
With these songs of death getting in the way

(shoot us down, under the ground…)

…and when I look bad, look away
A crack in the mirror sheds a tear
We sing our songs to the fruitless moon
As I follow a map of my inner ruin

(shoot us down, under the ground…
Tie my leg to a rope, throw me over
The edge of a boat
And sail away, while the night
Gently covers us…)