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

and 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,
and 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