The Mirror And The Window by Kumm Lyrics
You hang on the bathroom wall above the sink
And you've got many little spies all over lurking in handbags
You throw my image back at me
You make my eyes see what they see
You dress like I do
You move like I do
You've even got my birthmarks
Some say you're just a window to another world
And that you haven't got a proper life of your own
But every little crack
And tiny piece of dirt
Are black specks on your soul
Well if I break you in the house you'll be pieces of ceiling
And if I break you outside you'll be pieces of sky
You feel the empty holes in the outside walls
And you've got many little brothers and sisters
Waiting on shopshelves
You let the sunshine come in
And keep the cold and the rain outside
Stones and footballs are your natural enemies but you
Take revenge upon barefoot walkers and wheels
But in the evening when the candles burn
You betray the world outside and you reflect my room
But every little crack
And tiny piece of dirt
Are black specks on your soul
Well if I break you inside you'll be pieces of carpet
And if I break you in the garden, you'll be pieces of grass
Well if I break you inside you'll be pieces of carpet
And if I break you in the garden, you'll be pieces of grass
Well if I break you in the house you'll be pieces of ceiling
And if I break you outside you'll be pieces of sky
And you've got many little spies all over lurking in handbags
You throw my image back at me
You make my eyes see what they see
You dress like I do
You move like I do
You've even got my birthmarks
Some say you're just a window to another world
And that you haven't got a proper life of your own
But every little crack
And tiny piece of dirt
Are black specks on your soul
Well if I break you in the house you'll be pieces of ceiling
And if I break you outside you'll be pieces of sky
You feel the empty holes in the outside walls
And you've got many little brothers and sisters
Waiting on shopshelves
You let the sunshine come in
And keep the cold and the rain outside
Stones and footballs are your natural enemies but you
Take revenge upon barefoot walkers and wheels
But in the evening when the candles burn
You betray the world outside and you reflect my room
But every little crack
And tiny piece of dirt
Are black specks on your soul
Well if I break you inside you'll be pieces of carpet
And if I break you in the garden, you'll be pieces of grass
Well if I break you inside you'll be pieces of carpet
And if I break you in the garden, you'll be pieces of grass
Well if I break you in the house you'll be pieces of ceiling
And if I break you outside you'll be pieces of sky