the mirrors in your eyes the lights of my disguise and after all we do describe what it feels to be just wrong the closer that i get the more i need to understand what it feels to be the same im just saint im just saint all the time the mirrors in your eyes they fell like leaves off the dirty sky and all the lights of my disguise keep on floating and floating and floating and floating faster and so slower than i used to know then i used to know silence comes and goes limits will be loose twisted smiles approach me like flowers from the sky 