Silence

The mirrors in your eyes,

the lights of my disguise,

and after all we do describe what it seems to be just wrongThe closer that I get,

the more I need to understand,

what it feels to be the same,

I'm just a saint,

just the same, all the timeThe mirrors in your eyes,

they fell like leaves off the dirty sky,

the lights of my disguise are floating

faster and slower than I used to knowSilence comes and goes,

limits will be loose,

twisted smiles approach me like flowers from the sky