Were we born too soon
Too late for the harvest
Just enough
Time on our own
We could strip it bare
Starving the artist
Nowhere to wander but home
Are we catching up
Or lost in the meaning
Looking smart
When everyone does
Can a great idea
Wait for convenience
Who says these walls are enough
All of my mirrors are rose
Tiny distractions at best
I take pieces to ground me whenever I'm sold
I'm amazed I have anything left
These are dangerous times
For beautiful people
Stir up the land
Til there's nothing but black
I'm a good hearted man
But what does that leave
When my mind goes, it's not coming back
All of my mirrors are rose
Tiny distractions at best
I take pieces to ground me whenever I'm sold
I'm amazed I have anything left
All of my mirrors are rose
Tiny distractions at best
I take pieces to ground me whenever I'm sold
I'm amazed I have anything left