Album: Fevers And Mirrors

A Scale, A Mirror And Those Indifferent Clocks

Here's a scale weigh it out and you'll find easily more than sufficient doubt
That these colors you see were picked in advance by some careful hand
With an absolute concept of beauty
They are smeared and these blurs come in random order
And they'll color the eyes of your former lovers
Hers were green like July except when she cried, they were red
Now I know a disease that these doctors can't treat
You contract on the day you accept all you see is a mirror and a mirror is all it
can be
A reflection of something we're missing
And language just happened it was never planned
And it's inadequate to describe where I am
In the room of my house where the light's never been
Waiting for this day to end

And these clocks keep on winding
And completely ignore
Everything we hate or adore
Once the page of a calendar is turned it's no more
So tell me then what was it for
Oh tell me what was it for