In my head, there is a sound,

I bury it deep, carry it around,

It is a link to another time,

It is a memory to refine.

Things I learn and then forget,

I should be wise, ain't happened yet,

I keep my lessons close at hand,

Maybe one day I will understand.

And you will not believe

The markers that you leave,

What's left of all your longing all around.

Shards of broken mirror glass,

The frame all broke and smashed,

Your reflection there in pieces on the ground.

What I believe and what I know,

What I keep, what I let go,

What I remember and dare not tell,

What I forget - just as well.

And you will not believe

The markers that you leave,

What's left of all your longing all around.

Shards of broken mirror glass,

The frame all broke and smashed,

Your reflection there in pieces on the ground.