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 mid-winter sunlight
My heart beat counting down a moment, 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?
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?

As time went on, you could feel a silence
Solidifying the sound of my thoughts 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? Oh, what can we pay?
To get what you want, oh, to get what you want?
Oh, what have I done?

Everyday is the same, we’re praying for rain
When it finally came, oh, when it came
Everyday was the same, still praying for rain
Everyday is the same, we’re praying for rain
When it finally came, oh, when it came
Everyday was the same, still praying for rain
Everyday is the same, we’re praying for rain
When it finally came, oh, when it came
Everyday was the same, still praying for rain
Everyday is the same, we’re praying for rain
When it finally came, oh, when it came
Everyday was the same, still praying for rain