In The Glass

At first there was
There was just no question
Who wouldn’t rather be their reflection
When I got here everything was cold and perfect
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 sigh, overwhelmed and helpless
But oh,
What have I done, what have I done?
Ooh, oh, what have I done?
Oh, what have I done?
My God, what have I done?
Ooh, oh, what have I done?
Oh, what have I done?
As time went on
You could feel the silence
Solidifying, 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?
Ooh, oh, what have I done?
Oh, what have I done?
My God, what have I done?
Oh, ooh, what we can pay
To get what you want?
Oh, to get what you want?
Oh, what have I done?
Every day is the same
We’re praying for rain
When it finally came
Oh, when it came
Every day was the same
Still praying for rain