Текст Matthew And The Atlas – Mirrors

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