Song | Mirrors and Fevers |
Artist | Bright Eyes |
Album | Noise Floor [Rarities 98 - 05] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I was cold in a dream | |
Somewhere close to the surface | |
Between the ice and the stream | |
There is three inches of air | |
So I swam towards the light | |
I let my breath get there first | |
When I opened my eyes | |
I saw myself in the mirror | |
And I knew | |
I would do like my father has done | |
Yes, we will never break from these chains | |
Your life's gonna course like a history book | |
Don't be frightened of turning the page' | |
Cause it's all the same, it will always be the same |