Well at first there was, there was just no question
Who wouldn't rather be their reflection?
And when I got here, everything was cold and perfect
And when I got here, everything was cold and perfect
It was clear and bright like midwinter sunlight
My heartbeat counted down the moments, precise and quiet
I looked out and saw my own reflection, helpless
I looked out and saw him overwhelmed and helpless
But oh
What have I done? What have I done?
What have I done? What have I done?
My God, what have I done?
Oh, what have I done?
And as time went on, you could feel the silence solidifying
And the sound of my thoughts was paralyzing
I tried to call out to him but the glass was perfect
I tried to call out to him but the glass was perfect
But oh
What have I done? What have I done?
What have I done? What have I done?
My God, what have I done?
Ooo what wicked penance to get what you want
To get what you want?
Oh what have I done?
Every day is the same: we're praying for rain
And when it finally came, and when it came
Every day was the same: still praying for rain