My mirror, remember
The folds in our feathers
The line and the measure
Of the wings of, of the sender
And all of this has, passed between us
To crack it open and release us
Youth was black and blue, but I'm a singer
And time is braided bands
But I would give you rings for every finger
And ribbons for your hair
And I do surrender
My darkest endeavos
The fire in the embers
My mirror, remembers
That all of this has, passed between us
To crack it open and release us
Youth was black and blue, but I'm a singer
And time is braided bands
But I would give you rings for every finger
And ribbons for your hair

Youth was black and blue, but I'm a singer
And time is braided bands
But I would give you rings for every finger
And ribbons for your hair
Truth with black and blue, it tends to linger
Like silver in your hair
But I would give you rings for every finger
And time is braided bands
You catch it when you can
Like silver in your hair