You are
In this crowded aisle
Try and shut out
Shut out the light
In mirrors filled with oversight
You are
A Sleeping city
You are
Quietly passing
Try and shut out
Shut out the light
In mirrors filled with oversight
Ignore the sight
Nothing is right
In mirrors filled with oversight
We are
Made from the same clay
So drink from this skin and find within
All you are and who you're made to be