London backstreet, UK
January, 2010

‘who is the man i see
where i’m supposed to be?
i lost my heart, i buried it too deep
under the iron sea

oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
save us all, tell me life is beautiful
mirror, mirror on the wall

lines ever more unclear
not sure i’m even here
the more i look the more i think that i’m
starting to disappear’