Quizá mi error sea estar ciego, y no ver que alrededor todos ven lo que no puedo
Quizá sea el apasionamiento, que tarde más o menos tendría que ser ex profeso
Quizá sea escribir estás palabras con la seguridad de que navegarán sin mar ni fin
Quizá Mi(e)rror sea una canción
Quizá sean dos
Quizá mi acierto es "hizo lo que le gustó"
Mi(e)rror
Got to consider
Gatwick is not Heathrow
In mind don't either
I'm listening ghosts
It's like a sponge
It's like a glow
Like a balloon
Blow blow blow
I have to know
How could I stand
Against a horn
In favour of Bones
Estreched by calls
That claimed my soul
Instead of god
Got my own lord
Your mirror it's my error
Your punk it's my hardcore
Your sense no mi dirección
Your rules are not perfection
Just an appreciation
Leads to a stimulation
That's why you don't think
The way I think
I know
TRAMALGO
ENTREMANOS
CONCETO
BOCETO
NOCUADRO
COLGADO
DEUNCLAVO
NOALCANZA
LAOTRAMANO
EXPERTO
ENADA
PERPETUO
IGNORABA
QUELCIELO
YANOSEXPLORABA
ATENTOS
YA VUELVO
YSIGOCOMERCIANDO
BARATIJAS
LIKESYCOMENTARIOS
Your mirror it's my error
Your punk it's my hardcore
Your sense no mi dirección
Your rules are not perfection
Just an appreciation
Leads to a stimulation
That's why you don't think
The way I think
I know