The streetlight canvas is nearly filled
Washed with bodies among the mirrors
And movies to echo out the kill
A movement without a clear direction
Taking advice from nature's pill
It's just a moment bounced off the ceiling
Today can wait for another
A salty stream is no place for hiding
His touch is foreign to your cheek
Rusted plates beneath your fingers
Count to one and back down to me
A coin will cover the sun this evening
So grab your coat, it's nearly three
They're jumping fire through rings of cities
But who's watching cloud-trippers anyway?
The streetlight canvas is nearly filled
Washed with bodies among the mirrors
And movies to echo out the kill
James Kavanagh - Mirrors Lyrics
James Kavanagh - Mirrors Lyrics
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The streetlight canvas is nearly filled
Washed with bodies among the mirrors
And movies to echo out the kill
A movement without a clear direction
Taking advice from nature's pill
It's just a moment bounced off the ceiling
Today can wait for another
A salty stream is no place for hiding
His touch is foreign to your cheek
Rusted plates beneath your fingers
Count to one and back down to me
A coin will cover the sun this evening
So grab your coat, it's nearly three
They're jumping fire through rings of cities
But who's watching cloud-trippers anyway?
The streetlight canvas is nearly filled
Washed with bodies among the mirrors
And movies to echo out the kill
Washed with bodies among the mirrors
And movies to echo out the kill
A movement without a clear direction
Taking advice from nature's pill
It's just a moment bounced off the ceiling
Today can wait for another
A salty stream is no place for hiding
His touch is foreign to your cheek
Rusted plates beneath your fingers
Count to one and back down to me
A coin will cover the sun this evening
So grab your coat, it's nearly three
They're jumping fire through rings of cities
But who's watching cloud-trippers anyway?
The streetlight canvas is nearly filled
Washed with bodies among the mirrors
And movies to echo out the kill
Writer: James Kavanagh
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid