Hope reigns in a drowning song tonight,   gives way to the possibility that no childhood thoughts were true.   No bodily pain so cold as the knowledge of ones own faults.   Seeing you is like a mirror to myself.   To myself      The night is black and the TV’s blue.   Torment these hands that writes these words.   Will tomorrow a new voice be heard?   Maybe this existence is a dream.   Or maybe this dream is existence.   How could this be?      The light at the end of the tunnel is strong.   I can see your face as it guides the way.   The night and the stars speak for themselves.   When the music fades and the romance decays   and the buildings have fallen down, you’ll find me...   and the hope you seek cannot be found, you’ll find me.   Reach out the hand that holds me near.   When you speak, its truth I hear.      The mirror shows light   The mirror shows light   Your mirror shows light   Your mirror shows light      When the music fades and the romance decays   and the buildings have fallen down   When the music fades and the romance decays   and the hope you seek cannot be found, you’ll find me.