The Looking Glass letra

Sprawled against the glass keeping me miles above Earth
I feel the weight of everything compelling in this life from above
And below, asking me, begging me to push
With each finger until the tips are white with frustration
I see me. I see it all. Where do we fit in?
Somewhere in between I guess

Beau Navire - Letras

• "It's Not An Art, It's A Myth"
• A Book, A Mind
• Bare Trees
• Ceilings Revealing Cities
• Cloudcity
• Crocosmia
• Fitting Pieces
• Hours
• March Of '03
• Reinventing The Veil
• Remnants
• Solemn Moon
• Technicolor, Technicolor
• The Looking Glass
• These Ashes
• Thumbreaker
• Whisper