It's just a bad day, I feel it in my bones
I'm in a strange bed, inside the wrong head
Can't seem to shake it and I can't seem to make it out
The air is strangely viscous and my legs are jelly roll
I'm wading through this carpet
Bull-rushes to my armpits
It smells like Elderberry and last nights sweet champagne
I have a sinking feeling, I'm staggering and reeling
To the exit on the ceiling
Trouble on the way
No, oh no. I think I might be off again
No, oh no, a thousand mirrors in my mind, in my mind
It's just a bad night, I feel so dislocated
I feel there's something that I really should have done
I see a black cloud, it's right above my bed
It's getting bigger, getting darker overhead
No, oh no. I think I might be off again
No, oh no, a thousand mirrors in my mind, in my mind
Frank Popp Ensemble - A Thousand Mirrors Lyrics
Frank Popp Ensemble - A Thousand Mirrors Lyrics
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It's just a bad day, I feel it in my bones
I'm in a strange bed, inside the wrong head
Can't seem to shake it and I can't seem to make it out
The air is strangely viscous and my legs are jelly roll
I'm wading through this carpet
Bull-rushes to my armpits
It smells like Elderberry and last nights sweet champagne
I have a sinking feeling, I'm staggering and reeling
To the exit on the ceiling
Trouble on the way
No, oh no. I think I might be off again
No, oh no, a thousand mirrors in my mind, in my mind
It's just a bad night, I feel so dislocated
I feel there's something that I really should have done
I see a black cloud, it's right above my bed
It's getting bigger, getting darker overhead
No, oh no. I think I might be off again
No, oh no, a thousand mirrors in my mind, in my mind
I'm in a strange bed, inside the wrong head
Can't seem to shake it and I can't seem to make it out
The air is strangely viscous and my legs are jelly roll
I'm wading through this carpet
Bull-rushes to my armpits
It smells like Elderberry and last nights sweet champagne
I have a sinking feeling, I'm staggering and reeling
To the exit on the ceiling
Trouble on the way
No, oh no. I think I might be off again
No, oh no, a thousand mirrors in my mind, in my mind
It's just a bad night, I feel so dislocated
I feel there's something that I really should have done
I see a black cloud, it's right above my bed
It's getting bigger, getting darker overhead
No, oh no. I think I might be off again
No, oh no, a thousand mirrors in my mind, in my mind
Writer: Frank Popp, Samantha Leigh-brown
Copyright: Lyrics © SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.