Besedila: Mirrors (The). Deliriumadelica / Nice. Martyr's Kiss.

She was so high and nice
So young so proud to fly
She came suddenly with a smile
Gave a kiss, closed her eyes
And she went by

I'll wait for you, for your glow
Sweet hands take your life off today
You're history, our safety, name the cause
Spotlight of a non-sense war, a non-sense end