Ainara LeGardon. In The Mirror. In The Mirror. Zeneszám

The same song as yesterday
sounding in my room,
the rain falling
while the truck drives through.
I like this gloom.

It`s just this cold, cold feeling.
This cold, cold feeling
faraway from home.
I`m in the mirror,
you`re not.

It`s the illusion
of your face on the wall.
I`m in the mirror,
you`re not.

It`s the dust in the air,
I can`t even breathe.
It`s the phone downstairs,
it will never ring.

It`s just this cold, cold feeling.
Cold, cold feeling
faraway from home.

I`m in the mirror,
you`re not.