There's symmetry in the way you cut me straight in two.

Each side reflects the image of a crowd in an empty room.

You're a match that can't be lit.

Spark a flame, burn infinite.



You broke me like a mirror.

Seven years keep adding up.

Walk barefoot through the glass,

not a single cut.



Direction - I'm walking on fences.

It left me defenseless.



You broke me like a mirror.

Seven years keep adding up.

Walk barefoot through the glass,

not a single cut.



Balance - I'm losing it and the ground beneath does not exist.

You're a match that can't be lit. Spark a flame, burn infinite.



Balance - I'm losing it and the ground beneath does not exist.

You're a match that can't be lit. Spark a flame, burn infinite.