Reflection Testo

It’s a funny thing, in dying question
Like a beauty queen, without reflection

And demise is all you dream
Old receipts and body cream, where’s your passion?

A million hands hold when you fall

Off the swings of alcohol, love tastes sweetly
There’s a wormhole in the wall
On the other end you’ve got it all, summer season

And I wish you were next to me

Roles have switched
I carry the empathy

Roles have switched
You are next to me

And I wish
You’d carry the empathy
You’d carry the empathy
You’d carry the empathy