Mirrors Lyrics - Singles - Deaf Club

These maps are folded, these letters waiting 

All written out but too late for sending 

The pictures comfort, with equal aching 

Just like the mirrors, just like the paintings 

Can you hear the sound? 

A fitting and glittering hold on this town 

It doesn't surprise me at all 

You know echoes are all I need to be content 

But when will the rising waves come to an end? 

Don't paint let's just draw, see where I'm looking? 

This painless hunger, the neck I'm wringing 

So walk white with chalk, and run red with hating 

Cos the blueness of this month is fading 

Can you hear the sound? 

A fitting and glittering hold on this town 

It doesn't surprise me at all 

You know echoes are all I need to be content 

But when will the rising waves come to an end?