She walks every nightnIn a world without airnAnd there's blood on her handsnThere's death in her hairnWatch her crawlnTo the surfacing worldnIt ripples and shimmersnIn the eyes of a girlnnWhen you've seen through the mirrornHow can you unlearnnOr make a return to straight linesnWell they say that in timenWe'll be savednBut it's a lienAll we have is todaynnThey tore her awaynFrom the place she was bornnNow she spends all her daysnJust trying to get homenAnd the answer she seeksnDrifts like foam on the seasnAnd the pain in her chestnBrings her down to her kneesnnWhen you've seen through the mirrornHow can you unlearnnOr make a return to straight linesnWell they say that in timenWe'll be savednBut it's a lienAll we have is todaynnOhnSoon I'll be under the earthnIn dreams again