The Mirror - Mary Timony

Well I used to cry every day but I won’t look back, no

Way

I run to you and you run away with your songs of death

Getting in the way

Shoot us down

Under the ground …

And when I look back, look away a crack in the mirror

Sheds a tear, we’ll sing our songs to the fruitless moon

As I follow a map of my inner room

Shoot us down

Under the ground …

Tie my leg to a rope throw me over the edge of a boat

And sail away, while the night gently covers us