Saw my reflection, covered in glass
how it reminds me of you
broken like a vision, an unfinished season
terror had struck me, but all i could see is your soft skin
and i wondered
inside the workhouse, you mind your own business
and i had the courage of two
and as i requested a lapse in your presence
i couldn't think of anything important to say
so i wondered
when this day will end
yeah, i wondered if we'd speak again.
yeah, i wonder.