Bob Mould - Reflecting Pool текст песни

I stumble through this godforsaken

Uncertain of the path Im taking

But along the way, I make a smile

I hope where I end up might be worthwhile

Holding in the breath of anger

Inside this old refrigerator

Those days are gone, theres more ahead

So concentrate on whats in store instead

A memory, a dream, or another crazy scheme

Then I find out what I want is something inbetween

Waking and repeating my routines

Walking circles, talk in circles to me

Words that tumble effortlessly from the lips of fools

Only cloud up what I see in my reflecting pool

Jumping headfirst into symmetry

I am splitting at the seams, hold me

In my reflecting pool / I look in my reflecting pool

This sole reflection is my own / the pool is still until the pebbles thrown