The night is painting the streets
Colours you don't want to see.
If I close my eyes for one more night,
maybe I could have kept it all inside.
Maybe next time I think that I should stay away from the white light
that burns down from the hole in the sky
And I'll go to the place where the sun don't mean shit
to the ones who've never walked these honest streets.
And I've seen mirrors within mirrors
and they don't reflect a single thing anymore.
The night is falling down on;
wiping smiles off cold faces
You'll no longer have to eat the dirt
from the hand of kind words.
And I'll go to the place where the sun don't mean shit
to the ones who've never walked these honest streets.
And I've seen mirrors within mirrors
and they don't mean a single thing anymore.