Rest here, and take joy. Stop your fleeing.

Not in a lifetime will you escape my seeing.

Your counter chemicals, purchased Elysium,

ease a restless heart broken by tedium,

there on that other shore, your isle of madness.

I’ll be your mirror, show you your gladness.

As on a silver screen your course of collision. Not this, nor any, scene escapes my vision. Your soul’s been quarantined by practiced derision. What does the ending mean? What’s your decision?

Oh, lie with me. Give me your confession.

Say now, lay round. I’ll be your reflection

there on that other shore, your isle of madness.

I’ll be your mirror, soul in the balance.

Oh baby, cry no more of your ransom sadness.

I’ll be your mirror, show you your gladness.

Words and music by Gena Mason

Vocals, guitars, bass, keys, drums, drum machine: Gena Mason