A looking glass the window, Holds a better place Through it I can see her, As she comes my way I wonder does she wonder, Who left that rose for her, that day Somewhere in the distance, I can see her face Flawed only with perfection, As she turns I say So did you like the rose that I left for you, that day Now all I have Is a drawer full of photographs Of you and I That we'll never take And I know I'll never forget her She'll be my, glass rose until I say (Until I say) So this is how it ends, How it never begins So this is how it ends with us Now all I have Is a drawer full of photographs Of you and I That we'll never take And I know I'll never forget her She'll be my glass rose until I say.