In the Presence of Mirrors

专辑：Of the Heart, of the Soul and of the Cross: The Utopian Experience

作词 : Attrell Cordes

(That's shit...)

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you

Which is me, Which is me, Which is me....

Impossible to tell whether he was there

I can count his days in confusion

He went for a trip inside and he liked it there

I wonder if he'll ever be back

(Will he ever come back?)

Impossible sets the world for a man to commute

But from his point of view, it's untrue (so untrue)

A likely story I heard before so I'll paint it black

I read it but its about as black as white (black as white)

(face to face)

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you

Which is me, Which is me, Which is me....

My first trip inside I met someone I never met before

I enjoyed his company so everyday I'd stop to say hello

One day I took him with me and inside we had a ball

So I asked him if he'd like to come here everyday

(just to come with me, baby)

The next day I just couldn't find him and I didn't wonder why

Till almost recently I didn't understand

Yesterday waves goodbye but she also likes to stare

Till I passed a mirror I couldn't figure out why

(oh why oh why oh why? no.....)

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you

Which is me, Which is me, Which is me....

So outside one of us built a window to the other side

Now the flowers get upset when I take the shortway

Holyness he holds on to with the holdest tightest love

So I wonder how he gets to ride my butterfly

(butterfly)

But even if he wanted to, as sad as the wind

So I wonder why his smile is upside down all the time

See horses make me laugh at times as does the wind

But none of them get to see me anymore

(no oh no no no...)

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you

Which is me, Which is me, Which is me....