After me is myself in the mirror
Shaddows fall on unsuspected drumlines
And they keep their beat
The beat the hearts of ours hurry to race to
And we keep in more than just our melodies
We seem to play less of our symphonies when hearts race on ambushes
We allow other so take our tempo
They rock each dial with curiousity in their finger's tingle
They know we live in our reflections
