Fallen eyes to reflections Of shapes we both know To fall in to comfort And choose what we're told Sometimes they will choose us Candles on your throat Sometimes we ask to see them They never seem to show If anybody's seen them They are surely gone If I were to fall into it's arms And look it in the eyes They will be plucked and filled with opal A needle in my side These myths i keep alive To see myself in two Just like i realize Spinning