[Lyric] Doubts (Cloakroom)

Doubts
I've had my doubts
I was carrying a fire but now that's going out
Doubts
Words
I have no words
For how cold it can get in this old universe
Words
And I worm my way around it
'Til I can't bear to see anymore
And it feels like we've been here
Pay
I have not the pay
To put you under my wing for to whisk your way
Pay
Spell
I know not the spell
To recite in the mirror for to redeem myself
Spell
There's just no good way around it
Maybe I should cherish the gift
Maybe I should smash the mirror to bits