歌词
What is in your mirror?
Medicine for sadness?
Postcards taped upon it?
With soap in scripted letters?
From your loving mother
Don't trade her for some other
Truth is what you see it
Sorry it just seems fit
I felt your shadow on the way home
I felt your tower again, again
What is in your closet?
Boxes stacked from left to right
Packed
You gently wrap your glassware
Place them in the
And free the ghost of
Just remember happiness
It's not some sack of polaroids
I felt your smile on the way home
I felt your tower again, again
I felt your shadow on the way home
I felt your tower again, again