The Mirror - Metz

Give me something to believe in

Faces on the screen

It’s not enough to watch the colours change

While we’re tearing at the seams

And now they self prescribe a resolution

It’s staring back at you

A better daze is surely never gonna come

Until we change the point of view, change the point of view

When you’re done holding on

What’s left of this play?

When I’m gone

What’s become of you?

Pay no mind to the reflection

Just look the other way

The pages always fit together well

And everything’s for sale

You know they don’t believe in what they’re selling

Forest from the trees

You know it’s not enough to watch the colours change

Watch the faces on the screen, faces on the screen

When you’re done holding on

What’s left in this place for us?

When it’s gone, turned it off

What becomes of all of us?

When you’re done holding on

What’s left of this place?

When it’s gone

What becomes of you?

Feel the glow pull you down

Feel the glow pull you down

Feel the glow pull you down

Feel the glow pull you down

Feel the glow pull you down

Feel the glow pull you down

Feel the glow pull you down

Feel the glow pull you down

Pull you down

Pull you down

Pull you down