Looking Glass
All we are is living ghosts
Waiting our turn to fly
My body is a gracious host
That one day will wave goodbye
When I finally reach the fourth
Space and time will be mine
I will paint with coloured strokes
A world that's no longer blind
There's so much more
The roads will pass
This will be so small
Through the looking glass
Waiting our turn to fly
My body is a gracious host
That one day will wave goodbye
When I finally reach the fourth
Space and time will be mine
I will paint with coloured strokes
A world that's no longer blind
There's so much more
The roads will pass
This will be so small
Through the looking glass
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Writer(s): Brendan Simpson, Ryan Forsythe, Brandon Carter
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