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Envy On The Coast

Mirrors

 

Mirrors

(专辑: Lucy Gray - 2007)


Dear Miss White,

Put down this night.
You wouldn't believe how much it Snows
In the summer heat.
With red iron feet,
You'll be nursing a bloody nose.

Princess, rest.
We'll talk in our sleep,
But I wouldn't dare to sit too close.
I can't be your prince.
Though your secrets are safe,
I am the mirror who can't let go.

With hair as Black as night,
Her skin, a dead, pearly White,
And blood red, on the bathroom wall…

With every breath and every intake,
Tip toe further away
Further away from this mistake.
I'm no savior. I'm no saint, saint.
That's not what you needed anyway.
All the cold that you caught,
The bones that you've bought,
The blood that you've lost…
You built your body in the coffin where you sleep.

Let this apartment breathe,
'Cause it's what it needs.
I'm suffocating the clock to keep you.
I think like a saint,
But swing like a thief,
And inadvertently leading you
To believe I'm your prince,
Adorn your bedroom with hints.
Take the Red from your eyes
And ink it into your skin.
Now watch what you say,
'Cause there's nothing Gray,
About the color of your sin.

With hair as Black as night,
Her skin, a dead, pearly White,
And blood red, on the bathroom wall…

With every breath and every intake,
Tip toe further away
Further away from this mistake.
I'm no savior. I'm no saint, saint.
That's not what you needed anyway.
All the cold that you caught,
The bones that you've bought,
The blood that you've lost…
You built your body in the coffin where you sleep.

A fix. Just a little bit.
Give the girl enough to sleep through this.
So, stop staring at the mirror
Before it tells you the truth.
Operate, operate, operate or it'll kill you too.

With every breath and every intake,
Tip toe further away.
You breathing and bloodshot, tired mistake.
I'm no savior. I'm no saint, saint.
You need to see the pieces you've thrown away.
All the cold that you caught,
The bones that you've bought,
The blood that you've lost…
Keep your body get the hell away…

From,
Me

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