Hooverphonic

Black Marble Tiles
Shiny dark eyes
Reflections blooming bright
We can walk for hours
Without knowing where we are
In this labyrinth of thoughts
Things get lost
Lost without a trace
In the middle of the chase
Things get lost
An island can be huge
It won't matter to refuse
White marble stairs
Leading nowhere
Overwhelmingly unfair
We can talk for hours
Without knowing what we say
In this silly little game
Things get lost
Lost without a trace
In the middle of the chase