Tate's Mirror

Reached my hand up your head Now I fall onto your bed Someone's staring at me, while I enjoy the scene I head to the same ugly path That's so mesmerizing to look at I think I found an interesting prospect They're colorblind like me Call hope the nearest beach Guiding through quotes I had a scene after you moved on Played it back to the rhythm of our song Can I look right in your eyes I see someone hiding I can see through you A brilliant red window You're fine glass so I want you tonight I say, throwing you down one last time