Deaf Club - Mirrors lyrics

These maps are folded, these letters waiting All written out but too late for sending The pictures comfort, with equal aching Just like the mirrors, just like the paintings Can you hear the sound? A fitting and glittering hold on this town It doesn't surprise me at all You know echoes are all I need to be content But when will the rising waves come to an end? Don't paint let's just draw, see where I'm looking? This painless hunger, the neck I'm wringing So walk white with chalk, and run red with hating Cos the blueness of this month is fading Can you hear the sound? A fitting and glittering hold on this town It doesn't surprise me at all You know echoes are all I need to be content But when will the rising waves come to an end?