The Mirror

Give me something to believe in Faces on the screen It's not enough to watch the colours change While we're tearing at the seams And now they self prescribe a resolution It's staring back at you A better daze is surely never gonna come Until we change the point of view, change the point of view When you're done holding on What's left of this play? When I'm gone What's become of you? Pay no mind to the reflection Just look the other way The pages always fit together well And everything's for sale You know they don't believe in what they're selling Forest from the trees You know it's not enough to watch the colours change Watch the faces on the screen, faces on the screen When you're done holding on What's left in this place for us? When it's gone, turned it off What becomes of all of us? When you're done holding on What's left of this place? When it's gone What becomes of you?