Turn Of The Century

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.