Song | Mirrors |
Artist | Half Hearted Hero |
Album | Running Water |
[01:14.08] | What is the end of your day? |
[01:17.49] | Do you fade into nighttime or toil away? |
[01:22.71] | |
[01:23.39] | I believe I was put here to worry and wait. |
[01:27.80] | We fail to make up for what we cannot name. |
[01:31.58] | |
[01:32.30] | Are you true to whatever you do? |
[01:36.82] | Or are you scared (are you scared) |
[01:40.79] | to bring light to your own misery? |
[01:46.01] | |
[01:46.28] | You're so wrapped up in your history |
[01:52.71] | that I never see you here. |
[01:57.98] | Do you think of me (think of me) |
[02:01.84] | when you're painting mirrors by moonlight? |
[02:06.28] | |
[02:07.24] | I'll hold every clock hand to midnight. |
[02:13.83] | We've all got things to fear. |
[02:18.85] | |
[02:34.25] | What is the end of your week? |
[02:37.81] | Some wait for romance to play out like a scheme. |
[02:41.95] | |
[02:44.12] | Others wake Sunday and need to believe |
[02:48.06] | that their part in the system |
[02:50.00] | is what makes them free. |
[02:52.04] | |
[02:52.96] | But I'm just in need of some truth. |
[02:57.11] | I know it's here (know its here), |
[03:00.81] | but there are so many distractions. |
[03:05.40] | |
[03:06.13] | And when you're blinded by every refraction |
[03:12.95] | you can't focus on the light. |
[03:15.85] | |
[03:18.21] | You'll drown in fear (drown in fear), |
[03:21.92] | just remember we are all scared, too. |
[03:27.21] | Don't neglect the ground we're all bared to; |
[03:34.10] | your roots will give you life. |
[03:38.89] | |
[04:23.04] | I'm lost in the aisles, |
[04:26.05] | crossing the lines left behind |
[04:30.97] | in some gold-leafed illumination. |
[04:35.26] | |
[04:37.16] | I guess I'm better left to temptation, |
[04:42.23] | bared to the ground. |
[04:47.17] | A fool, no ascetic, I wander around. |
[04:52.16] | |
[04:52.50] | I spew the hermetic and never expound, |
[04:58.58] | still it feels like I'm homeward bound. |
[05:03.44] | And what is one you to do |
[05:07.90] | when the working day catches up with you, |
[05:12.58] | a thirsty seed (a thirsty seed)? |
[05:16.20] | I will lend a hand if you need: |
[05:19.21] | the running water to your olive tree. |
[05:27.65] | |
[06:04.78] | What is the end of your day? |
[06:09.33] | Are you slave to those mirrors |
[06:12.07] | your form fills with shame? |
[06:14.70] | I meant to free you from those frames |
[06:19.87] | but their gleaming has stolen us away. |
[06:25.21] | |
[06:38.54] |
[01:14.08] | What is the end of your day? |
[01:17.49] | Do you fade into nighttime or toil away? |
[01:22.71] | |
[01:23.39] | I believe I was put here to worry and wait. |
[01:27.80] | We fail to make up for what we cannot name. |
[01:31.58] | |
[01:32.30] | Are you true to whatever you do? |
[01:36.82] | Or are you scared are you scared |
[01:40.79] | to bring light to your own misery? |
[01:46.01] | |
[01:46.28] | You' re so wrapped up in your history |
[01:52.71] | that I never see you here. |
[01:57.98] | Do you think of me think of me |
[02:01.84] | when you' re painting mirrors by moonlight? |
[02:06.28] | |
[02:07.24] | I' ll hold every clock hand to midnight. |
[02:13.83] | We' ve all got things to fear. |
[02:18.85] | |
[02:34.25] | What is the end of your week? |
[02:37.81] | Some wait for romance to play out like a scheme. |
[02:41.95] | |
[02:44.12] | Others wake Sunday and need to believe |
[02:48.06] | that their part in the system |
[02:50.00] | is what makes them free. |
[02:52.04] | |
[02:52.96] | But I' m just in need of some truth. |
[02:57.11] | I know it' s here know its here, |
[03:00.81] | but there are so many distractions. |
[03:05.40] | |
[03:06.13] | And when you' re blinded by every refraction |
[03:12.95] | you can' t focus on the light. |
[03:15.85] | |
[03:18.21] | You' ll drown in fear drown in fear, |
[03:21.92] | just remember we are all scared, too. |
[03:27.21] | Don' t neglect the ground we' re all bared to |
[03:34.10] | your roots will give you life. |
[03:38.89] | |
[04:23.04] | I' m lost in the aisles, |
[04:26.05] | crossing the lines left behind |
[04:30.97] | in some goldleafed illumination. |
[04:35.26] | |
[04:37.16] | I guess I' m better left to temptation, |
[04:42.23] | bared to the ground. |
[04:47.17] | A fool, no ascetic, I wander around. |
[04:52.16] | |
[04:52.50] | I spew the hermetic and never expound, |
[04:58.58] | still it feels like I' m homeward bound. |
[05:03.44] | And what is one you to do |
[05:07.90] | when the working day catches up with you, |
[05:12.58] | a thirsty seed a thirsty seed? |
[05:16.20] | I will lend a hand if you need: |
[05:19.21] | the running water to your olive tree. |
[05:27.65] | |
[06:04.78] | What is the end of your day? |
[06:09.33] | Are you slave to those mirrors |
[06:12.07] | your form fills with shame? |
[06:14.70] | I meant to free you from those frames |
[06:19.87] | but their gleaming has stolen us away. |
[06:25.21] | |
[06:38.54] |