Текст песни Mirrors - Matthew and the Atlas

My mind folding in the mirror,
There's no way I'm seeing any clearer,
Can you taste, taste it on your tongue now,
It's all that I can do to get around.
My time is getting shorter,
I see I'm changing in a photograph,
My mind folding in the mirror,
My mind, my time.
Last gate shifiting in my memory,
Old kings taking up the territory,
It's not nothing but it's not a lot,
I'm not nothing but I'm not a lot.
My time is getting shorter,
I see I'm changing in a photograph,
My mind folding in the mirror,
My mind, my time.
You're the quiet in the violence,
You're the stranger at the door,
I don't wanna let you down,
But I don't wanna do this any more.
You're the quiet in the violence,
You're the stranger at the door,
I don't wanna let you down,
But I don't wanna do this any more.
You're the quiet in the violence,
You're the stranger at the door,
I don't wanna let you down,
But I don't wanna do this any more.
I don't wanna let you down.
I don't wanna let you down.