мира Вокруг земли облетели яркие брызги и не вернулись в зазеркалье В зазеркалье Кто-то читает простуженным голосом сказки В зазеркалье зазеркалье
! Передаю послание другу, в другой галактике, Какой внутри нас клад, как мы сгораем, В Мире бескрайнем, в Мире без граней, В Бензиновом Зазеркалье, срывая
Небо упало на плечи мне, Но до земли далеко По эту сторону сотен зеркал Мир для меня мал Небо близко Так близко, как ты еще не видал Зазеркалье, Где
I'm feelin' ugly, I'm feelin low, mornin' mirror, you ain't no rose Did I mean it or did I lie or did I dream it? Oh Christ, I'm tired Why then did you
At nine o'clock each morning down on Charlotte Avenue The bus driver stops and lets her off Before the first shampoo Alice started working there when
In the morning there's a buzz of flies Between the pillows and the skies That beg into your eyes Through the looking glass And between your thighs And
Take away the wine for restlessness plagues me I am assailed by a specter profounder Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime I shalt
A distant whisper touched my sleep - A longing for the reason Before my spell will set you free - meet me again so bitter sweet. The Springtime's all
Writer(s): Howard I've seen that face before That face that I see in the mirror I know that face I've seen that face before I knew that dopey guy
You call my name, then you run for protection I reach out to hold you but it's just your reflection Through the looking glass You've been looking at
[Part I] Look to the other side, reach the undefined Curious to what she doesn't know Step through the empty air, reveal what wasn't there A fantasy-
[Part I:] Look to the other side, reach the undefined Curious to what she doesn't know Step through the empty air, reveal what wasn't there A fantasy-
Snowblind. I can't find my way back because my tracks move in spirals to me. Now I'm up to my knees and it's freezing. I'm sinking. I'm thinkin of you
We grabbed a piece of driftwood hold on tight and please don't let go. We'll follow the waves to the nearest shoreline. Wake up to the coast of some
I push myself everyday, I push myself. I look to you everyday, I look to you. Now through this looking glass, it is time to set this right. Looking back
Can you hear over the buzz of flies Between the pillows and the skies That beg into your eyes Through the looking glass In between your thighs A talking
[Music: Michael Romeo, Michael Pinnella, Thomas Miller] [Lyrics: Thomas Miller, Michael Romeo] [Part I:] Look to the other side, reach the undefined