Mirror on the wall

mirrors on the doors

black and silver foil

the shine refracts and hits the floor

deep inside my heart will sing

waiting for the light

to bring a scent of life into my hall

peeling paint will fall

and no-one calls, and no-one calls

peeling paint will fall

and no-one calls

what if the void to be lived

in this magnetic field

brims with gentle soul

(sweet and sour-hypnagogic-soul)

sing and never hide that feel

long before the hours

bleed into a mic

the night ignites

the early dawn

deep inside my heart will sink

waiting for the light

waiting for the light

if there's a void to be filled

if there's a voice to believe in

time may be worth. time

(sweet and sour sweet and sour soul)