A specter in the mirror,
A wistful looking girl,
Trickling rain down a window pane
On a bright sunny day.
A wistful looking girl,
Trickling rain down a window pane
On a bright sunny day.
The riddle, my reflection,
Begs why only mirror the sorrow?
Trickling rain down a window pane,
On a flowery spring day.
Turning away from the mirror,
I look back at a mournful face,
Trickling rain down a window pane
I brush her tears away.
I watch you through my rain,
Slipping away from me,
Trickling rain down a window pane
My eyes are the windows to my soul.
