Bedroom
If I touch your face,
Will you believe we are here
Somewhere in my parent's house,
In the room of mirrors
I've invited you again,
To visit me close,
Cutting the veil,
It's a violent thing
-And the dreams begin
to blend with reality
These reflections aren't true to life,
But they're all I now see
She lingers above
I linger below
I'd burn in your form to be
Three walls of glass
Reaching a new height.
"Lay still this night
As the angel passes softly through,
And falls all over you."
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