Void (Mirrors)
I've got no guts for
Calling the shots
To make you mine
'Cause your heart is tied in knots
Hanging onto
Someone else's mind
Well, I wish to be the
Leader of lovers
Veterans of heartache
Singing for art's sake
I don't believe in
Good or bad endings
Only conclusions
Ouzo in the backseat
I pull into the back street
24 hour high
I thought we'd be here tonight
And any of the damage I've done to my insides
Will never match the edge of your forklift tongue knife
Serrated and deep carves a hole in this void
No time for questions
But what have you got
That potion for?
Well, what I've thrown up
On the floor
Was your promise
No More
Well, I wish to be the
Leader of lovers
Veterans of heartache
Singing for art's sake
I don't believe in
Good or bad endings
Only conclusions
I don't know where you've gone
I've been here so, so long
Waiting here in my car
Where did it all go wrong?
Where can I be alone?
'Cause I don't need you
No more
And any of the damage I've done to my insides
Will never match the edge of your forklift tongue knife
Serrated and deep carves a hole in this void
Calling the shots
To make you mine
'Cause your heart is tied in knots
Hanging onto
Someone else's mind
Well, I wish to be the
Leader of lovers
Veterans of heartache
Singing for art's sake
I don't believe in
Good or bad endings
Only conclusions
Ouzo in the backseat
I pull into the back street
24 hour high
I thought we'd be here tonight
And any of the damage I've done to my insides
Will never match the edge of your forklift tongue knife
Serrated and deep carves a hole in this void
No time for questions
But what have you got
That potion for?
Well, what I've thrown up
On the floor
Was your promise
No More
Well, I wish to be the
Leader of lovers
Veterans of heartache
Singing for art's sake
I don't believe in
Good or bad endings
Only conclusions
I don't know where you've gone
I've been here so, so long
Waiting here in my car
Where did it all go wrong?
Where can I be alone?
'Cause I don't need you
No more
And any of the damage I've done to my insides
Will never match the edge of your forklift tongue knife
Serrated and deep carves a hole in this void
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Writer(s): Anthony Angelone
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