Blue drops crawling* Tongue is hardened Not a simple thing to look away It's just this feeling We are the real thingy And I won't stop until you sway What is this I see before my eyes Your face in mine Tear me apart if it makes you feel better Born to die high birds of a feather I know a piece of something wise All comes apart but is always together Silent not to slip away It does no good to turn away Come in close to the mirror's eye Reap the stark face of morning time I have to believe There is a reason Something to being here still When I get to hold you And be proud of you That brings me back to myself What is this I see before my eyes Your face in mine Tear me apart if it makes you feel better Born to die high birds of a feather I know a piece of something wise All comes apart but is always together Silent not to slip away It does no good to hide away Come in close to the mirror's eye Reap the stark face of morning time White washed webs of afterthoughts swim deep Distilled in sorrow Tear me apart if it makes you feel better Born to die high birds of a feather I know a piece of something wise All comes apart but is always together Silent not to slip away It does no good to hide away Come in close to the mirror's eye Reap the stark face of morning time