Read through the mirror, by the light I make my way inside I hear them whisper, I hear them try I hear them poke their eyes to glass And I believe, that deep inside My frail sister is the coming light I separate the only way Before my own grave I can see the flowers Growing out of pain ♪ And very later I had found Your body lying on my teeth I had to learn that at times Truth hides in sharp smiles I can see the flowers Growing out of pain ♪ I can see the flowers Growing out of pain I can hear the silence Will I see you tomorrow?