歌词
Footsteps cross the schoolyard, holding hands with a mirage
you don't listen, you do not exist.
Mute of all suggestion, the broken doll in question
through shattered mirror, empty caravel
You, mirage mirage, that sings to me.
Or maybe stopped hearing, you do not exist.
Two tracks through the desert, sad eyes, little puppet,
you don't listen, you do not exist.
Happy not to notice, the room, the traps, the focus
where you cannot see reflections from within.
You, mirage mirage, that sings to me.
Or maybe stopped hearing, you do not exist.
Or maybe stopped hearing, you do not exist.
Holding hands with a mirage
Holding hands with a mirage
Holding hands with a mirage
Holding hands with a mirage
Written by: Daniel Hunt
