Текст песни Mirror - The Weather Station

What this dirty old thing?
Can't you see that it's broken? It won't hold anything
You said in your anger and pain
Impatiently waving towards everything
All the memories and stories, the gifts that you got
Ragged and ancient, smelling of rot

Well, I can't say I blame you, what else can I do?
A bad education got a hold of you
The story was thick, and you fell right through
You know, it happened to me before it happened to you

Oh, but put up your aerials, your lips, or your skin
No matter how jangled, signals come in
And all light passes over everything
You were touched by as much of it as anything

I don't make the rules, I just watch them unfurl
Like smoke always rising from the fires of the world
You were dousing your fields in a chemical rain
You were cutting my arm to transcend your own pain

Oh, but God is a mirror, everything is
Come a little nearer, everything slips
Silver unknown from the lens of your eye
As if into a pool, back up again to rise

And come back at you, doubled in size
Something so of you, you can't recognize
The dreams and nightmares you tried to pry
With harsh tools and levers straight out of the sky

God is a mirror, everything is
I don't know why it's just the way that it is
But all light passes, it falls straight down
You don't know you receive it like the grass on the ground