Clinging vines with sharpened thorns will tear your skin
The gate is guarded by a dusky mannequin
Flowers bear their teeth and spit their acid scent at you
Lovers stir their silver hearts into the strangest brew
In the crystal chamber I can see ]
The hyperactive painter beckons me ]
Where are you going to ]
Where have you been ]
Come with me into my dreams ] (Chorus)
A mirror breaks and fragments form another scene
Shattered pictures of a world that might have been
Through the glass a river flows into an emerald sea
Dogs bark at the crescent moon that shines on incense trees
(Chorus)
You step into the looking glass with thoughts of endless bliss
But what you thought was paradise becomes a dark abyss