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.