A mirror may just mimic the movements of our emotion

But do we still render so hopeless our devotion?

So I move my hands and watch the world itself turn

Only when the heavens meet the earth will I have finally learned



There's an echo in my heart do I let the voices sing?

Or do I silence all commotion and rest my head on a broken wing?

When the lights awaken and I'm left alone and broken

The pantomime will refrain like with any words I've spoken



Shivering in the outskirts of every passing fear

Ghosts take my hand and make my pain just disappear

So I drift away from a world that's got nothing left for me

I just move my hands in the sky, and see what I can see