Bubbles

I lost myself in the mirror's edge, in a ticking sound, in a candle's flame, in an empty glass. And I found you in a crooked smile, in the pouring rain in an empty train, in a pointless crowd. And if I happen to find myself again, I just hope, I just hope it's not too late, too late. There's empty faces all around, staring at the sky smiling as they drown, it's a massive suicide, took my guitar and ran to another land, to forget your voice. And if I happen to find myself again, I just hope, I just hope it's not too late. And if I have to lose you on my way, I just hope, I just hope it's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late. And if I have to lose you on my way, you know what they say, it's been a pleasure my friend, it's been a pleasure my friend, it's been a pleasure my friend.