Turn of the Century

Saw my reflection, covered in glass How it reminds me of you Broken like a vision, an unfinished season Terror had struck me, but all I could see is your soft skin And I wondered Inside the workhouse, you mind your own business And I had the courage of two And as I requested a lapse in your presence I couldn't think of anything important to say So I wondered When this day will end Yeah, I wondered if we'd speak again. Yeah, I wonder.