Mirrors Songtext

von Matthew and the Atlas

My mind folding in the mirror,
There's no way I'm seeing any clearer,
Can you taste, taste it on your tongue now,
It's all that I can do to get around.

My time is getting shorter,
I see I'm changing in a photograph,
My mind folding in the mirror,
My mind, my time.

Last gate shifiting in my memory,
Old kings taking up the territory,
It's not nothing but it's not a lot,
I'm not nothing but I'm not a lot.

My time is getting shorter,
I see I'm changing in a photograph,
My mind folding in the mirror,
My mind, my time.

You're the quiet in the violence,
You're the stranger at the door,
I don't wanna let you down,
But I don't wanna do this any more.

You're the quiet in the violence,
You're the stranger at the door,
I don't wanna let you down,
But I don't wanna do this any more.

You're the quiet in the violence,
You're the stranger at the door,
I don't wanna let you down,
But I don't wanna do this any more.

I don't wanna let you down.

I don't wanna let you down.