Night Beds
Good Person
Summer's got me thinking wrongWhy have I been gone so long?Summer's got me breathing wrongWorn out heads can't find a causeNever had I really thoughtI was dying with them allThen His hand began to drawFaded writing on the wallWe laugh at crooked faces in mirrors Because we do not appear in themWe laugh at crooked faces in mirrors Because we do not appear in themIn my mind, all the timeIn my mind, all the timeSummertime, in my mindAll the time, summertime
From Letras Mania