Since she mastered the language of silence,
All the words that she speaks are abstract.
She says, "I know there's not much to believe in,
but I can't make my future my past."
Then he said, "please will you play me a memory?
I just want to learn how it goes."
So she searched through her soul for the melody,
And cried as she sang him the notes.
Then he wrapped all his thoughts around her,
And removed the mask from her face.
He said, "I may not understand what's inside you,
but I know you'll get out of this place."
When his eyes are as big as his ears,
You know that he's planning to stay.
But this story was already written,
Its a game she's been too weak to play.
He thinks, "how did I come to find her?"
As she ponders the meaning of love.
He thinks "maybe tomorrow will be better,"
As she prays that she never wakes up.
When her words carve a flood in the earth,
And all the colors blend into a swirl,
There's only one thing that she can see clearly:
The metamorphic reflection of a girl.