You raised the window into a frame and said, as the wind against our faces came
to a sudden dead halt, something about the mirror
What if it is me staring back?
I mean, I have heard them say that even the strongest of armies will die away
if shame makes them disappear
If mirrors really leave men in crumbs
You raised the window into a frame and said, as the wind against our faces came
to a sudden dead halt, that glasses sung in the breeze
All the way until now
Oh crap
What if it is me staring back?
I too have heard them say that even armies will die away if shame makes them
disappear
If mirrors really leave men in crumbs
Gotsta look somewhere else
There, small puddles of muddy water
Liquid disgust in pools
Only to paint sorrow on pride
Paint the pain, if you will
A reflection that is the truth, maybe
You raised the window into a frame and said, as the wind against our faces came
to a sudden dead halt, than men break down as words
If mirrors really leave men in crumbs
F*cking bollocks
Armies break down if they cannot stand the shame
My ass
There are no mirrors big enough
Besides, if you don t like the picture, just don t look, right?
And remain brave, blind and pull the trigger