I was sleeping beneath thy grave
you pulled me where i was
brought me to a place
of uncertainty and lies
i see in your gleaming windows
scared to move in this world of sin
to face what's real, to face me
as sweetness of thou nights have died
looking in the mirror
wishing, hoping, praying
that your way
will come back to mine
even in death, my presence fills you
fallen into your veins, fragile, helpless
finding me on the earth of false livings
my thoughts of vain will burden your mind
looking in the mirror
wishing, hoping, praying
that your way
will come back to mine
i will pervade your heart with mine
my blood will flow through you
as i take you down
looking in the mirror
wishing, hoping, praying
that your way
will come back to mine
