Saw my reflection, covered in glass
  How it reminds me of you
  Broken like a vision, an unfinished season
  Terror had struck me, but all I could see is your soft skin
  And I wondered
  Inside the workhouse, you mind your own business
  And I had the courage of two
  And as I requested a lapse in your presence
  I couldn't think of anything important to say
  So I wondered
  When this day will end
  Yeah, I wondered if we'd speak again.
  Yeah, I wonder.