

(ooh-ooh) Staring at the glass,
watching hours fade away
Wondering if I lost my way (mmmmm)
Is this the reflection that I wanted to see?
Maybe the answers are locked inside
Behind the walls of foolish pride
Catching my breath in the middle of the storm
Trying to keep these cold hands warm (yeah-yeah)
Is it too late to find who I
am?
Walking through the crowd but I'm standing all alone
Every shadow looks like home (ahhhh)
Catching my breath in the middle of the storm Trying to
keep these cold hands warm (yeah-yeah)
Is it too late
to find who
I am?
Lost in the glass... (ooh-ooh)