Gosig Mus by Totem Terrors Lyrics

They never went on holiday, they never got to send
Postcards to their family (they use computers to pretend)
Like Paris in the springtime, it's a tired turn of phrase
You send conflicting messages with everything you say
It is this
It is missed
It is missing you

I saw the mirror broken, said that's seven years bad luck
He said "here are seven reasons why I couldn't give a fuck"
Now the first six they escape me, but I do recall the last
It was something about being born under a crossing star
And it is hard
For some
Not you or I

White mouse singing
White mouse singing
White mouse sailing
White mouse flying high
Call it entrapment, call it other names
Call it what you want but it will always be the same
It is like a doll of porcelain, so fragile and arcane
There are reasons why I cannot let you redefine my aims
No point
It is pointless
It is a missing point
A missed point in time