Mirrors

To the centre of the city where my mind breaks waiting for you

Where the room starts spinning you’re the vortex swallow the truth

And you can’t keep calling my name if it’s out of your mind

And I can’t keep owning these sins like there sins of mine

So when the moonlight hits the sign it’s a sign of reflection

When these mirrors speak my mind it’s a lost direction

To the centre of my guilt there’s a framed picture of you

A small distraction from north east petting zoos