Mirror - The Weather Station

Composed by：Tamara Lindeman

Produced by：Tamara Lindeman/Marcus Paquin

What this dirty old thing?

Can't you see that it's broken?

It won't hold anything

You said in your anger and pain

Impatiently waving towards everything

All the memories and stories

The gifts that you got

Ragged and ancient

Smelling of rot

Well I can't say I blame you what else can I do?

A bad education got ahold of you

The story was thick and you fell right through

You know it happened to me before it happened to you

Oh but put up your aerials

Your lips or your skin

No matter how jangled

Signals come in

And all light passes over everything

You were touched by as much of it as anything

I don't make the rules I just watch them unfurl

Like smoke always rising from the fires of the world

You were dousing your fields in a chemical rain

You were cutting my arm to transcend your own pain

Oh but God is a mirror everything is

Come a little nearer everything slips

Silver unknown from the lens of your eye

As if into a pool back up again to rise

And come back at you doubled in size

Something so of you you can't recognize

The dreams and nightmares you tried to pry

With harsh tools and levers straight out of the sky

God is a mirror everything is

I don't know why it's just the way that it is

But all light passes it falls straight down

You don't know you receive it like the grass on the ground