Through a Glass

Sometimes the mirror is a lake
My face-a rippled surface
And the stone a mystery
Clouds upon clouds
The horizon has turned the other cheek
Whatever comes fast is not worth having
Some buildings and trees just keep rushing by

But sometimes the train stops
And eyes meet the headlights of a car
Standing at the crossing never to forget
Barely seventeen
Gazing into the unseen eyes
Of the car's driver
Brother, sister, God
A bottle of cheap wine beside me
My friend meeting art
In the dimmed light of the carriage

Lines are moving, we all know that
Even parallel lines sometimes cross
Between Heaven and Earth
The train goes on
And I'm at a loss for words
But I know they will come
So I hold my breath
Sometimes nothing comes up
And sometimes the mirror intersects
With someone else's Cosmos



Credits
Writer(s): Monika Kostera, Tommy Jensen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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