Reflection Songtext
von Pottery

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