
Date of issue: 19.02.2012
Song language: English
Mirrors |
These maps are folded, these letters waiting |
All written out but too late for sending |
The pictures comfort, with equal aching |
Just like the mirrors, just like the paintings |
Can you hear the sound? |
A fitting and glittering hold on this town |
It doesn’t surprise me at all |
You know echoes are all I need to be content |
But when will the rising waves come to an end? |
Don’t paint let’s just draw, see where I’m looking? |
This painless hunger, the neck I’m wringing |
So walk white with chalk, and run red with hating |
Cos the blueness of this month is fading |
Can you hear the sound? |
A fitting and glittering hold on this town |
It doesn’t surprise me at all |
You know echoes are all I need to be content |
But when will the rising waves come to an end? |
Name | Year |
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Sunday | 2012 |
Hana | 2012 |
Break It Slow | 2012 |
It, She | 2012 |
Forest/Shore | 2012 |