You raised the window into a frame and said, as the wind against our faces came to a sudden dead halt, something about the mirror

What if it is me staring back?
I mean, I have heard them say that even the strongest of armies will die away if shame makes them disappear
If mirrors really leave men in crumbs

You raised the window into a frame and said, as the wind against our faces came to a sudden dead halt, that glasses sung in the breeze
All the way until now

Oh crap
What if it is me staring back?
I too have heard them say that even armies will die away if shame makes them disappear
If mirrors really leave men in crumbs

Gotsta look somewhere else
There, small puddles of muddy water
Liquid disgust in pools

Only to paint sorrow on pride
Paint the pain, if you will
A reflection that is the truth, maybe

You raised the window into a frame and said, as the wind against our faces came to a sudden dead halt, than men break down as words

If mirrors really leave men in crumbs
Fucking bollocks
Armies break down if they cannot stand the shame
My ass
There are no mirrors big enough
Besides, if you don t like the picture, just don t look, right?
And remain brave, blind and pull the trigger