Here in the corner I hang-observing
The room swirls in a haze of smoky yearning
Faces distorted joy faux and fleeting
Trapped in my frame the scenes keep repeating
Faces distorted joy faux and fleeting
Trapped in my frame the scenes keep repeating
See the faces twist in joyful lies
Watch them dance under my glassy eyes
In this chamber of whispers hopes and cries
I reflect the truth they all disguise
Shadows cavort with the light deceiving
Lips to glass their souls believing
In their reflection their eyes are pleading
For a salvation they keep misreading
Here they stumble in their reckless flight
In my gaze they lose their fight
A mirror's tale of human plight
In the depths of despair lost to the night
Lost to the night
As dawn approaches the room grows colder
Party debris like leaves in October
Still I witness unchanging and sober
The remnants of chaos as the night grows old
Reflect on the wreckage stark and sheer
Silent observer the truth is clear
In my surface all is near
Yet nothing's closer than the end here