Texty: The Mirrors. The Long Days Of Panic.

I wrote a song about my confusion
I didn't know it might has confused me
Now I'm gonna write one about fear
And tonight I'll sleep with the light on
News by news my certainties fall down
Day by day the terror increases

Have to run
My blood runs cold
See the spiders
Crawling on me
I'm confused
I'm afraid

I'm a frightened ghost that walks alone
Waiting for the light to shine
And I'm feeling like a flake of snow
Fallen in a puddle
I'm a frightened ghost that walks alone
Waiting for the morning light
And I'm feeling like a flake of snow
Fallen in a gully-hole

I wrote a song about my confusion
And so it's started a revolution
One day you dare to build your own future
To see it fade away the day after
Nothing you can do and nowhere you go
On these cold and long days of panic