Psychophile - Mirrors текст песни

Future hurt echoes now, I dream of losing you

You pull me closer, I'm so lost in you



Still so uneasy in my mind

Some kind of peace so hard to find

Still dream of cuts inside my head

And I sleep while the sheets turn red



There's a warmth in your eyes, I can't feel cold

Hold your arms out, you see me dissolve

You burn me like ice, you're too good for me

I wonder what you see, when you see me