Turntables in a mirror
I’ve been up all night listening to voices in my head
Cinematic visions of your lies deprives me of who I am
You can run, you can hide, but know time will find you
Bubbled up and swinging like turntables in a mirror
Something reflects your twisted memories
on this broken picture frames of me and you
You can run, you can hide, but time will find you
Bubbled up and swimming
swimming
The minority of us is falling in love
but you don’t know what love is
I want to run away with you, be up all night
All I see is a reflection of old days
I’m playing with turntables and reckless hearts
