Mercury Circle - Black Mirrors

I am abandoned
My chest like a broken house
Forgotten rooms
A space so desolateI am abandoned
My chest like a broken house
Forgotten rooms
A space so desolate
I am empty-handed
Parched barren soil
Pale like the moon
Did never hesitate
To stay, to wait
You haunt the empty halls
Bedroom walls
Whispering through ceiling cracks
Black mirrors
My mirrors are black for you
Can’t you see?
Black mirrors
My mirrors
I want to break free
(Vin, miel et huile bâtis sûr fourneaux)
(Vin, miel et huile bâtis sûr fourneaux)