Nora Amala - Mirrors Lyrics
Weird hours paralell with the eyes of the sultan,Dripping golden drops from the tap of the skyWilling to lose the whisper from the teapot on the counter,Willing to lose it all for a reason to tryWilling to lose it all for one tryMirrors say we're crazy So does the painting of the VirginAnd the books on that shelf know better than us.We'd share the morning afternoon dipped in a cup of steaming coffeeKeeping away our sorrows by just locking the front doorAs the Sun sets in the distance we bid it goodbye and then start laughingAs it draws a golden rocket on the spotted oak floorDrawing golden rockets on the floorMirrors say we're crazy So does the painting of the VirginAnd the books on that shelf know better than us.Mirrors that say we're crazy So does the painting of that VirginAnd the books on that shelf know better than us.Mirrors that say we're crazySo does the painting of the VirginAnd the books on that shelf know better than us.Mirrors say we're crazy So does the painting of the VirginAnd the books on that shelf know better than us.
