Lyrics Bazooka Mirror - Major Parkinson, Sylvia Massy

Bazooka Mirror

Nighttime is catching up Like a broken buttercup
In my ethical assisted violence
Tears are running out of order
Why won’t you talk to me Yesterday you talked so sweet
…very little…
And a touch when we said goodbye
Talk to me
I’m just a sense of isolation
Every day
Of the week
What are you doing in my room
Talk to me Maybe we can have a conversation
Like we did…
When there was nothing else to see
Tell me, are you having fun
Even though what’s said is done
When the camera was rolling backwards
And the video director slept
(… won’t they talk to me)/(Look what they’ve done to me)
I’m looking like a broken Christmas tree
… silence
With the lights
Going out of tune
Talk to me
I miss the sense of isolation
Every day
Of every week
What are you doing in my room
Talk to me Maybe we can have a conversation
When there was nothing else to see