pressed my fingers close
keep in time with those you like most
found a clue that is hidden
among the curtains and the ceiling
a glimpse of life I once saw
through the looking glass
through the looking glass
faded photos I kept
postcards and lettters that you sent
now the season is changing
it's autumn once again
Falling leaves and soft breeze
whispering winds slowly
careful and calm
what's there to see?
what's there to see?