Song | Little Round Mirrors |
Artist | Harvey Danger |
Album | Temptation (Music from the Showtime Series Californication, First Season) |
All alone | |
On the floor | |
Next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress | |
The door Is ajar | |
From afar | |
You can hear bands practicing | |
And When they dream they all | |
Dream of somebody like you | |
Somebody who takes what they make | |
Twice as seriously as they could ever hope to do | |
And when you dream | |
You dream of a day... | |
When you find something you could love half as much | |
As you love all your little round mirrors | |
See yourself reflected in one, theres a hole in the middle | |
You can't seem to fill | |
Bring them home | |
Watch them go | |
All you know is you hope they'll hurry back | |
And you cry | |
Then you lie your frail body down | |
Like a penny on a railroad track | |
And even if they stay in touch | |
The past stays in the past | |
But every time | |
You crash a little bit harder than the last | |
And every time you crash don't you | |
Wanna find something you could love | |
Half as much as you love all your little round mirrors | |
See yourself reflected in one | |
There's a hole in the middle you can't seem to fill | |
A shooting star is | |
A little piece of | |
Cosmic debris desperately wanting to fall to earth | |
It doesn't get too far | |
It's not a real star | |
It's hardly even worth footnotes in your memoir | |
Shoulder to shoulder | |
Up on our tip-toes | |
Chewing our fingers | |
And craning our necks | |
Just to see | |
Quite the collection | |
Divide by section | |
It's just a surrogate connection leaving you all alone | |
On the floor next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress | |
The door Still ajar | |
There you are and now you're coming to stay until | |
You can find someone who will love you as much | |
As you love all your little round mirrors | |
Murdering your time in cold blood | |
There's a hole in the middle you can't seem to fill |
All alone | |
On the floor | |
Next to your twinbed boxspring and mattress | |
The door Is ajar | |
From afar | |
You can hear bands practicing | |
And When they dream they all | |
Dream of somebody like you | |
Somebody who takes what they make | |
Twice as seriously as they could ever hope to do | |
And when you dream | |
You dream of a day... | |
When you find something you could love half as much | |
As you love all your little round mirrors | |
See yourself reflected in one, theres a hole in the middle | |
You can' t seem to fill | |
Bring them home | |
Watch them go | |
All you know is you hope they' ll hurry back | |
And you cry | |
Then you lie your frail body down | |
Like a penny on a railroad track | |
And even if they stay in touch | |
The past stays in the past | |
But every time | |
You crash a little bit harder than the last | |
And every time you crash don' t you | |
Wanna find something you could love | |
Half as much as you love all your little round mirrors | |
See yourself reflected in one | |
There' s a hole in the middle you can' t seem to fill | |
A shooting star is | |
A little piece of | |
Cosmic debris desperately wanting to fall to earth | |
It doesn' t get too far | |
It' s not a real star | |
It' s hardly even worth footnotes in your memoir | |
Shoulder to shoulder | |
Up on our tiptoes | |
Chewing our fingers | |
And craning our necks | |
Just to see | |
Quite the collection | |
Divide by section | |
It' s just a surrogate connection leaving you all alone | |
On the floor next to your twinbed boxspring and mattress | |
The door Still ajar | |
There you are and now you' re coming to stay until | |
You can find someone who will love you as much | |
As you love all your little round mirrors | |
Murdering your time in cold blood | |
There' s a hole in the middle you can' t seem to fill |