Needle Dance Lyrics

Through the mirror, by the light

I make my way inside

I hear them whisper, I hear them try

I hear them poke their eyes to glass

And I believe, that deep inside

My frail sister is the coming light

I separate the only way

From my own grave

I can see the flowers

Growing out of pain

And very later I had found

Your body lying on my teeth

I had to learn that at times

Truth hides in sharp smiles

I can see the flowers

Growing out of pain

I can see the flowers

Growing out of pain

I can hear the silence

Will I see you tomorrow?