I look at reflections on the tilted glass
Twisting what is on the surface
Bending my face upon the sweating arc
Hot and cold, you and I.

I see you through its warped world
Your look burns the air in my lungs
And words fall schorched into my mouth.
To fumble upon my unwilling tounge

And within the realm of me.
We have loved 1000 years
You smile and step lightly away,
To tear away from my tomorrow