Spogulīt, spogulīt, saki man tā. - 20. Aprīlis 2006

Yes, each new day in suburbia brings with it a new set of lies. The worst are the ones we tell ourselves right before we fall asleep. We whisper them in the dark, telling ourselves we're happy, or that he's happy. That we can change, or that he will change his mind. We persuade ourselves that we can live with our sins, or that we can live without him. Yes, each night before we fall asleep we lie to ourselves in a desperate, desperate hope that come morning - it will all be true.

I wanted to be free
And I wanted only you.
The walls are falling down...
And somebody says
Ah, give a little love,
Give a little love,
But take your time.

A private life
C'mon now
I said livin'
Gets to be
Just like a rat race
Rat race
C'mon
I'm-a-read between the lines
Fierce struggler
A natural one
A tough job
Gets to be
Just like a rat race
Rat race
C'mon
I'm locked up in myself