The Confines Songtext
von Maura Weaver

The confines had us
Staring at each other
In the low light
& Red plaster
Looking for another
One to take us away

I′m almost psychic when it comes
To making you love me
I become frozen when I have to confront myself


I used to
Do this for you
Now I do it for me

Pick up the phone
There's someone waiting endlessly
For you to call
It would be so easy to fall
Into your depths
And risk it all

Sometimes the mirror shows
A crack and underneath is what you lack
All you want is someone whole looking back
But a person ain′t a mirror
After all