In search for personality
we people always think the clothing makes a man
in fact there's such ha difference in all
what we think and how we understand
My left is your right
your day is my night
their darkness is our light
Reflections of a shadow
reflections of my mind
We're looking for externals
and the eye gets blind in insincerity
but when i hear you talking
then your soul lies free for everyone to see
And what i do
becomes my proof
our acts draw our portraits
And in the night
we make it right
in dreams we find our light
Reflections of a shadow
reflections of my mind
reflections of a shadow
reflecting in the night