Текст песни Mirrors Out - Vold Book

Mirrors out port side
This passage is uncertain
Meaning that's blank

Riddle's fascination
In our cabin of light
We cannot see
Blinded by our sight

And so we have descended below
Without anything that provides us with doubts

Inside of mysteries
Converted to history

I'm directing the Dire Straits to save
Intelligence's dry remains

Nuggets of relief
Floundered memories

Visions too deceive
Like a tapestry

My love is a falcon
She's my lucky star
Mirrors out on all sides

There is no perfection
Other than reflection