Žodžiai dainai: The New Monarchs. No Commotion.

These mirrors take
Your reflection
And show me something
That I don't know

These walls are
Moving towards me
And I can't move
Out of the way

There's nothing left
To imitate
The way it was
It's moving on
It's moving on

Your eyes stare without moving
Across the empty parking lot

These maps show us directions
To someplace we have never been

There's nothing left
To imitate
The way it was
It's moving on
It's moving on