if only we could push our finger right through the glass to reach the face of the man that stares back at us we feel nothing a cold touch, consuming life we keep watching until he shuts his eyes were still standing with our hand raised with our fingertips on his face take time, realize that hes inside, that hes inside, hes inside
discover discover yourself
discover yourself, you've come to find help but does he know what you need now can he hear just a word that you shout out these lips they move to still-born sound his hands seek hold, as he breaks down such a beautiful frame, such a beautiful frame to decorate an image of shame
if only we could push our finger right through the glass to reach the face of the man that stares back at us we feel nothing a cold touch, consuming life we keep watching until he shuts his eyes