Mirrors کے بول

bite wants to sink into trouble in the dumb-side of your heart like a fiend reaching for you it's just inches from your war run to live under mirrors taste the sunspots of your words like a pen leads to something you leave behind now here's your chance you've been running around like a porter eyes love to sink in your trouble in the front side of your words like a blink thinking for you cause you're chewing up the world like a dead wind up hero leads to some kind of war in your head like a fishbowl i can see you hide now here's your chance you've been running around like a porter give in this gut of mine you're what comes to mind don't you wander off