Next to Ungodliness - A Lot Like Birds

And fortune-telling's not my profession but

I can see the crystal ball

Formed out of the water

Through it, I can see it all

When they ask you

What are you hiding from:

All of the others in the way!

And on this wall:

A different reflection

I can recall it’s not the same face

Quick!

Pull this rope

Wash your hands of this

It’s the dark reflecting

Images reflecting

And you’re full of it

When all our thoughts are dirty

Can we get them clean?

Hold our heads under the water

Let our eyes roll back and look deep

Deep into our skulls

Is there anything worth keeping?

When they ask you

What are you hiding from:

All of the others in the way!

(The sink is full, the bubbles rise and stare at me like spider eyes.)

And on this wall:

A different reflection

I can recall it’s not the same face

When nothing else will hold me up

Broken tiles on the bathroom floor will have to do

If nothing else can pull me through

I just can’t remember!

Why can’t I remember?

When’s the first time I looked in the mirror

And said «I hope I die»?

I know you keep pretending

Let me be the same!

Let me be this way!

I know you keep pretending

Let me be the same!

Let me be this way!