Shelves Songtext
von My Double, My Brother

Quiet after speaking
For we are hoping to be believed in.
Find us after seeking
Beneath the floorboards, near the creaking,

And everyone is down at the dusty shelves
With the racks to stack up trinkets
Where we build the selves that we sought all along.

All we′ll ever know is only what we're shown
But we never hope to be at the mercy of belief,
So then we′re left to fare alone.

We'd hide out under covers,
From our parents, and our sisters and brothers,
Then sneak out, turn off the TV,
And find a mirror in the blank screen.


And everyone is down at the dusty shelves
With the racks to stack up trinkets
Where we build the selves that we sought all along.

And all we'll ever know is only what we′re shown
But we never hope to be at the mercy of belief,
So then we′re left to fare alone.

The windows in walls are glass paned cages,
Where we watched the contrast raise up
Then slowly fade away.
And the billions wake to chase desire
Then with the light retire
To become part of the grey.

And all we'll ever know is only what we′re shown
But we never hope to be at the mercy of belief,
So then we're left to fare alone.