In the Glass

Well at first there was,

There was just no question.

Who wouldn't rather be their reflection?

And when I got here everything was cold and perfect,

And when I got here everything was cold and perfect.

It was clear and bright

Like midwinter sunlight.

My heartbeat counted down the moments, precise and quiet.

I looked out and saw my own reflection, helpless,

I looked out and saw him overwhelmed and helpless.

But oh,

What have I done, what have I done?

Ooh, What have I done, oh what have I done?

My God, what have I done, oh what have I done?

Oh what have I done?

And as time went on,

You could feel the silence

Solidifying and the sound of my thoughts was paralyzing.

I tried to call out to him but the glass was perfect,

I tried to call out to him but the glass was perfect.

But oh,

What have I done, what have I done?

Oh, What have I done, oh what have I done?

My God, what have I done,

And oh what wicked penance

To get what you want,

To get what you want?

Oh what have I done?

Every day is the same:

We're praying for rain.

And when it finally came,

And when it came,

Every day was the same:

Still praying for rain.

[repeat x4]

And when it finally came,

And when it came,

Every day was the same.