| Song | Reflected (On My Side) |
| Artist | Lone Justice |
| Album | Shelter |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fontayne, McKee | |
| Look at all the happy people | |
| See their faces change | |
| As you walk into the room | |
| Hundreds of years | |
| In the eyes of strangers | |
| Make the back of your neck burn | |
| Free to pass, to conform | |
| Free to wonder what belongs | |
| To the bleeding man inside | |
| Freedom bears no credence | |
| When the lack of it's still being justified | |
| (In small minds) | |
| Some things never stir the hearts of men | |
| Some mistakes take more than mere regrets to mend | |
| In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
| I still see myself reflected in you | |
| But a mountain of distorted vision | |
| Has me straining for a view | |
| Is it fair to say that it's | |
| Reflected | |
| (On my, my, my side) | |
| Reflected | |
| (A wall exists and if I had a fist, I'd bust it down) | |
| Reflected | |
| (On my, my, my side) | |
| Reflected | |
| (In this I take no pride) | |
| If I had a wish then there would be no sides | |
| There should be no difference here | |
| No mistrust, no suspicion here | |
| What we are, what we see | |
| To fabricate redemptive boasts | |
| Confusing all, condemning most | |
| Is feigning fidelity | |
| Toss a glance into the pool | |
| Open my eyes and listen | |
| Wish the rippling surface pure | |
| Free of dissension | |
| Nothing can change the way of friends | |
| Nothing else can bring this chilling season to an end | |
| In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
| I still see myself reflected in you | |
| But lingering traces of deception | |
| Blinding vision burn like poison fumes | |
| I don't wanna know if it's | |
| Reflected | |
| (On my, my, my side) | |
| Reflected | |
| (A wall exists and if I had a fist, I'd bust it down) | |
| Reflected | |
| (On my, my, my side) | |
| Reflected | |
| (In this I take no pride) | |
| If I had a wish then there would be no sides | |
| Oh, this trend of change | |
| See's nothing changing | |
| Keep dreaming! | |
| Oh, I wanna walk like you | |
| I wanna cry with you | |
| I wanna feel the way you | |
| Feel the way you do | |
| In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
| I still see myself reflected in you | |
| But a mountain of distorted vision | |
| Has me straining for a view | |
| I don't wanna know if it's | |
| Reflected |
| zuo ci : Fontayne, McKee | |
| Look at all the happy people | |
| See their faces change | |
| As you walk into the room | |
| Hundreds of years | |
| In the eyes of strangers | |
| Make the back of your neck burn | |
| Free to pass, to conform | |
| Free to wonder what belongs | |
| To the bleeding man inside | |
| Freedom bears no credence | |
| When the lack of it' s still being justified | |
| In small minds | |
| Some things never stir the hearts of men | |
| Some mistakes take more than mere regrets to mend | |
| In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
| I still see myself reflected in you | |
| But a mountain of distorted vision | |
| Has me straining for a view | |
| Is it fair to say that it' s | |
| Reflected | |
| On my, my, my side | |
| Reflected | |
| A wall exists and if I had a fist, I' d bust it down | |
| Reflected | |
| On my, my, my side | |
| Reflected | |
| In this I take no pride | |
| If I had a wish then there would be no sides | |
| There should be no difference here | |
| No mistrust, no suspicion here | |
| What we are, what we see | |
| To fabricate redemptive boasts | |
| Confusing all, condemning most | |
| Is feigning fidelity | |
| Toss a glance into the pool | |
| Open my eyes and listen | |
| Wish the rippling surface pure | |
| Free of dissension | |
| Nothing can change the way of friends | |
| Nothing else can bring this chilling season to an end | |
| In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
| I still see myself reflected in you | |
| But lingering traces of deception | |
| Blinding vision burn like poison fumes | |
| I don' t wanna know if it' s | |
| Reflected | |
| On my, my, my side | |
| Reflected | |
| A wall exists and if I had a fist, I' d bust it down | |
| Reflected | |
| On my, my, my side | |
| Reflected | |
| In this I take no pride | |
| If I had a wish then there would be no sides | |
| Oh, this trend of change | |
| See' s nothing changing | |
| Keep dreaming! | |
| Oh, I wanna walk like you | |
| I wanna cry with you | |
| I wanna feel the way you | |
| Feel the way you do | |
| In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
| I still see myself reflected in you | |
| But a mountain of distorted vision | |
| Has me straining for a view | |
| I don' t wanna know if it' s | |
| Reflected |
| zuò cí : Fontayne, McKee | |
| Look at all the happy people | |
| See their faces change | |
| As you walk into the room | |
| Hundreds of years | |
| In the eyes of strangers | |
| Make the back of your neck burn | |
| Free to pass, to conform | |
| Free to wonder what belongs | |
| To the bleeding man inside | |
| Freedom bears no credence | |
| When the lack of it' s still being justified | |
| In small minds | |
| Some things never stir the hearts of men | |
| Some mistakes take more than mere regrets to mend | |
| In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
| I still see myself reflected in you | |
| But a mountain of distorted vision | |
| Has me straining for a view | |
| Is it fair to say that it' s | |
| Reflected | |
| On my, my, my side | |
| Reflected | |
| A wall exists and if I had a fist, I' d bust it down | |
| Reflected | |
| On my, my, my side | |
| Reflected | |
| In this I take no pride | |
| If I had a wish then there would be no sides | |
| There should be no difference here | |
| No mistrust, no suspicion here | |
| What we are, what we see | |
| To fabricate redemptive boasts | |
| Confusing all, condemning most | |
| Is feigning fidelity | |
| Toss a glance into the pool | |
| Open my eyes and listen | |
| Wish the rippling surface pure | |
| Free of dissension | |
| Nothing can change the way of friends | |
| Nothing else can bring this chilling season to an end | |
| In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
| I still see myself reflected in you | |
| But lingering traces of deception | |
| Blinding vision burn like poison fumes | |
| I don' t wanna know if it' s | |
| Reflected | |
| On my, my, my side | |
| Reflected | |
| A wall exists and if I had a fist, I' d bust it down | |
| Reflected | |
| On my, my, my side | |
| Reflected | |
| In this I take no pride | |
| If I had a wish then there would be no sides | |
| Oh, this trend of change | |
| See' s nothing changing | |
| Keep dreaming! | |
| Oh, I wanna walk like you | |
| I wanna cry with you | |
| I wanna feel the way you | |
| Feel the way you do | |
| In spite of all the twisting of truth | |
| I still see myself reflected in you | |
| But a mountain of distorted vision | |
| Has me straining for a view | |
| I don' t wanna know if it' s | |
| Reflected |