One touch
…And I’m lost
…Then I’m found
But inside I’m drowned?
One worth too much
A second of difference
So desperate to touch
Could I be wrong?
My mirrors reflection
Refracting a song
…And I’m lost
…Then I’m found
What if silence were sound
One touch
…And I’m lost
…Then I’m found
But inside I’m drowned?
One worth too much
A second of difference
So desperate to touch
Could I be wrong?
My mirrors reflection
Refracting a song
…And I’m lost
…Then I’m found
What if silence were sound
The kind that once was real
The mist of stage steam
And music you could feel
The kind that hold you forever
The shine of sequined glows
…Alluring velvet feather
The kind we frame to treasure
The butterflies stealing our stomach
A thrill
Too much to measure
The kind that held routines
The spotlight burning through our eyes
…Endearing audience screams
A performance of perfection
The stage no longer mine
…Facing the wrong direction
A dance to end the years
The bulb-lit mirrors reflect the magic
Washed out through time and tears