Lyrics
His is a bronze
and a burnished beauty
That belies what's beneath
His is love in reflection
That has only worth when withheld
She is a sad
and a distant echo
simply mirroring sound
When he calls, she must answer
He has only love for himself, she is spurned
In a pool
Of Echo's tears
He is consumed
by his own perfection
As he looks
on fractured face
He falls deeper still
Into rippling reflection
He had only love for himself, now he's gone
All that is left
Are these golden flowers
Can you see how they grow?
Blooms of self-admiration
That has only worth when withheld
Written by: Corrie Dick
