(I guess)
I had been sitting in the dark for so many years when the cracks started to open
The light flooded in and my eyes were squinting because I couldn't see well anymore
Starved of love or light or touch
I was dying
And now, through the cracks, you are the light
I can see the haze reflecting dust
And the lights cascading on the floor
I can see you and I, mirror to mirror
