Mirrors of Place
By: Natural Stone Vengeance
My baby hangs mirrors all over the place
Because the making of love is my disgrace
Then he goes off and I stay in my place
Just to wait around until you come back again
Gimmie some time
To clear my head
The music is alive
But this country's dead
you take your time
To hear me whine
But I don't care
and you don't really care
