if only we could
push our finger right through the glass
to reach the face of
the man that stares back at us
we feel nothing
a cold touch, consuming life
we keep watching
until he shuts his eyes
were still standing with our hand raised
with our fingertips on his face
take time, realize
that hes inside, that hes inside, hes inside

discover discover yourself

discover yourself, [bad word] to find help
but does he know what you need now
can he hear just a word that you shout out
these lips they move to still-born sound
his hands seek hold, as he breaks down
such a beautiful frame, such a beautiful frame
to decorate an image of shame

if only we could
push our finger right through the glass
to reach the face of
the man that stares back at us
we feel nothing
a cold touch, consuming life
we keep watching
until he shuts his eyes