Woorden: Ane Brun. On off.

I look in the mirror and
I am weaker than my reflection
This image is all I seek
As I restlessly wonder up a peek

So I turn it off and on again
Just like the shifting lights
Of day and night in my doorway

And the memories of everything
That's ever said and done
It makes it easier to leave it on

Monotony makes me weary
Assurance awakes destructiveness
As I lie in my diary
To justify the choices I make

So I turn it off and on again
Just like the shifting lights
Of day and night in my doorway

And the memories of everything
That's ever said and done
It makes it easier to leave it on