Before The Mirror

Can you see yourself before the mirror?
Can you hear yourself, are you still there?
Reach for the glass for your collapsing
And your fingertips smear through the dust

A face like stone
A voice so cold before the mirror
A red evening, dawn froze like ice
In the heat of your reflection
Before the mirror

Can you see yourself before the mirror?
Can you hear yourself, are you still there?
Reach for the glass for your collapsing
And your fingertips smear through the dust

A face like stone
A voice so cold before the mirror
A red evening, dawn froze like ice
In the heat of your reflection
Before the mirror

Can you see yourself before the mirror?
Can you hear yourself, are you still there?
Reach for the glass for your collapsing
And your fingertips smear through the dust

A face like stone
A voice so cold
A face like stone
A voice so cold
A face like stone
A voice so cold in your reflection
Before the mirror