The song of the silent
often goes unheard...

Repition is so quiet
hidden words, hidden time...

In a corner of the world,
a wonderfully foresaken place...

It's funny how this waltz
brings dancers only pain...

The lights are fading
setting sun...

Mirror Mirror
on the wall...

Oh, dear friend,
Why do you cry...

If only these little shards-
glass pieces of a broken heart...

Oh! yes, of course
I'll keep my chin up high...

Do you remember when
what feels like forever ago...

Floating through the velvet cotton
that you keep stuffed in your brain...

Through the masquerade liars
they found one another...