| 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 |