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Behind the glass
Behind the glass
Something moves
When the light moves past
There’s a room that the camera missed
With a door in the silver mist
Where the dust makes a map on the floor
And the walls keep asking for more
I saw my name in a broken frame But the letters would
not stay the same
Every angle began to bend
Like a warning from the other end
Turn the handle, count to three
Tell the shadow what you see
If the hallway answers back Do not look behind the glass
There’s a room behind the glass
Where the old reflections pass
Where the machine remembers light
And the dead wires sing at night
There’s a door inside the wall
There’s a number in the fall
If you hear it,
do not ask Who is waiting behind the glass
Every mirror is a little wrong
Every silence has a hidden song
Every footprint in the dust Turns to silver,
turns to rust
The ceiling hums like an ancient string And the light forgets almost
everything But it leaves one mark where the signal ran Like the
outline of a missing hand
Turn the handle, count to three
Tell the shadow what you see
If the hallway answers back Do not look behind the glass
There’s a room behind the glass
Where the old reflections pass
Where the machine remembers light
And the dead wires sing at night
There’s a door inside the wall There’s a number in the fall
If you hear it,
do not ask Who is waiting behind the glass
No key
No name
No flame
No frame
No sky
No past
Just eyes
Behind the glass
There’s a room behind the glass
Where the old reflections pass
Where the machine remembers light
And the dead wires sing at night
There’s a door inside the wall
There’s a number in the fall If you hear it,
do not ask
Who is waiting behind the glass
Behind the glass
Behind the glass
Something moves
When the light moves past