A World With No Mirrors - The Legendary Pink Dots

Sometimes I catch an outline

There are moments when I’m almost sure it’s safe to hold my head up

And look into your precious eyes in search of you

Still it’s just an outline

Those sideways glances… I see you doubt me

Our self-centred needs have left us floating when we should be holding hands

A pair of hands.

A share of hands.

A comfort-no distortion

Gazing down at my old shoes, there’s nothing awkward

I can move and still be seen, I can lie with you and keep it clean

I’ll slide in through the back door to the corner of your eye

Still, we’re sinking as we shiver in a world which has no mirrors

Where the glass is just a sliver, where the river’s always dry

Where 'time and tide' is just an outline, and always in retreat