All my fathers love me
It always takes my breath
There is nothing worth desire in this head
And without my mind's desire
There is nothing left
I promised you, it won't be long...I'll be back again Staring in a mirror, reflecting a good friend
The memory of which I view is not in my head
Because standing in that mirror is the ghost of a good friend
With promises of empty spires...here we go again Is this the last of everything?
I've counted all of my blessings
And with respect for both of you
One is more than half of two
Lately I've been paranoid
Simple pleasures bring no joy
In fact I think it frightens me
To be reduced to this degree And I'm staring in a mirror, reflecting a good friend
The memory of which I view is not in my head
Because standing in that mirror is the ghost of a good friend
With promises of empty spires...here we go again