All my fathers love me It always takes my breath There is nothing worth desire in this head And without my mind's desire There is nothing left I promised you, it won't be long...I'll be back again Staring in a mirror, reflecting a good friend The memory of which I view is not in my head Because standing in that mirror is the ghost of a good friend With promises of empty spires...here we go again Is this the last of everything?
I've counted all of my blessings And with respect for both of you One is more than half of two Lately I've been paranoid Simple pleasures bring no joy In fact I think it frightens me To be reduced to this degree And I'm staring in a mirror, reflecting a good friend The memory of which I view is not in my head Because standing in that mirror is the ghost of a good friend With promises of empty spires...here we go again