Lyrics
Verse 1:
In the blue-green tarnished mirror, I see,
A face from a dynasty, how could it be?
A relic of some ancient reign,
Why does this visage bring me shame?
Pre-Chorus:
Let me condense my regrets in a line so fine,
Twenty-four years and a month, what joys were mine?
Chorus:
Tomorrow, or the day after, in moments sweet,
I’ll pen another line of defeat.
In the bloom of youth, why confess,
Such shame that I could not suppress?
Verse 2:
Every night I’ll clean my mirror clean,
With palms and soles, till all is seen.
Scrub away the marks, make it gleam,
Reveal what’s hidden in its sheen.
Bridge:
And there, beneath the meteor’s trail,
A lone figure walks, so frail.
In the glass, a back turned pale,
A silent tale that time will unveil.
Chorus:
Tomorrow, or the day after, in moments sweet,
I’ll pen another line of defeat.
In the bloom of youth, why confess,
Such shame that I could not suppress?
Outro:
Nightly rituals in the mirror’s face,
Seeking solace in this quiet place.
Reflections of a past I chase,
In every line, a hidden grace.
Verse 1:
In the blue-green tarnished mirror, I see,
A face from a dynasty, how could it be?
A relic of some ancient reign,
Why does this visage bring me shame?
Pre-Chorus:
Let me condense my regrets in a line so fine,
Twenty-four years and a month, what joys were mine?
Chorus:
Tomorrow, or the day after, in moments sweet,
I’ll pen another line of defeat.
In the bloom of youth, why confess,
Such shame that I could not suppress?
Verse 2:
Every night I’ll clean my mirror clean,
With palms and soles, till all is seen.
Scrub away the marks, make it gleam,
Reveal what’s hidden in its sheen.
Bridge:
And there, beneath the meteor’s trail,
A lone figure walks, so frail.
In the glass, a back turned pale,
A silent tale that time will unveil.
Chorus:
Tomorrow, or the day after, in moments sweet,
I’ll pen another line of defeat.
In the bloom of youth, why confess,
Such shame that I could not suppress?
Outro:
Nightly rituals in the mirror’s face,
Seeking solace in this quiet place.
Reflections of a past I chase,
In every line, a hidden grace.
Verse 1:
In the blue-green tarnished mirror, I see,
A face from a dynasty, how could it be?
A relic of some ancient reign,
Why does this visage bring me shame?
Pre-Chorus:
Let me condense my regrets in a line so fine,
Twenty-four years and a month, what joys were mine?
Chorus:
Tomorrow, or the day after, in moments sweet,
I’ll pen another line of defeat.
In the bloom of youth, why confess,
Such shame that I could not suppress?
Verse 2:
Every night I’ll clean my mirror clean,
With palms and soles, till all is seen.
Scrub away the marks, make it gleam,
Reveal what’s hidden in its sheen.
Bridge:
And there, beneath the meteor’s trail,
A lone figure walks, so frail.
In the glass, a back turned pale,
A silent tale that time will unveil.
Chorus:
Tomorrow, or the day after, in moments sweet,
I’ll pen another line of defeat.
In the bloom of youth, why confess,
Such shame that I could not suppress?
Outro:
Nightly rituals in the mirror’s face,
Seeking solace in this quiet place.
Reflections of a past I chase,
In every line, a hidden grace.
