The mirrors in your eyes,
the lights of my disguise,
and after all we do describe what it seems to be just wrong
The closer that I get,
the more I need to understand,
what it feels to be the same,
I'm just a saint,
just the same, all the time
The mirrors in your eyes,
they fell like leaves off the dirty sky,
the lights of my disguise are floating
faster and slower than I used to know
Silence comes and goes,
limits will be loose,
twisted smiles approach me like flowers from the sky
I'm just a saint,
just the same.