Empty Bibles

Searching for an answer every day
Trembling at the thought of what they'll say
She's reading all those empty bibles
You see storm clouds coming from the west
What's it like on the mirror girl's end?
Wake up darling, your story is all in their hands

Tired and thirsty, she's cupping her hands
And she's starting to drink from the sea
Drowned by the voices, consumed by the noises
She doesn't know what will be
Tired and thirsty, she's cupping her hands
And she's starting to drink from the sea
Drowned by the voices, consumed by the noises
She doesn't know what will be
(She doesn't know what will be)
(She doesn't know what will be)
(She doesn't know what will be)
(She doesn't know what will be)

Searching for an answer every day
Trembling at the thought of what they'll say
She's reading all those empty bibles
You see storm clouds coming from the west
What's it like on the mirror girl's end?
Wake up darling, your story is all in their hands



Credits
Writer(s): Maria Mitișor
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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