In the mirror
It was his right hand
Brushed the hair from her eyes
So she'd see him fully
With his heart open wide

And he tried to say it out loud
But his words were all turned around

In the mirror
It was his left hand
He brought to her mouth
And to his reflection
Blew a kiss that she found

In the silence of a stare
Standing there

In the mirror

At the window
Came the tapping
Of melting snow
Dripping down from
The shingles in an even flow

In time with a simple sound
Of something turning around
Turning around

A,a,a,a, a,a,a,a
A mirror