Go look behind the mirrored glass Tinted windows, underpass Take the door behind the stair Look for me, and I'll be there In a misty, darkened room Painted like a gypsies tomb With reflections all around If you look there, I'll be found If you see my hair, my face Beauty time will sure erase They may show my body's might Working hard, both day and night If you see behind these eyes Cold or laughing, warm or sly If you're lucky, you'll be shown What my soul will let be known If you watch the words I say Deeds of caring every day Then you just might glimpse my heart... Though it hides behind the dark Every night and day, the same All the earth does call my name If you seek simplicity Know that it is not in me But if you crawl into my heart Of me you will have a part From now till my dying day Harsh December, happy May For my friends, I'd give my all Just remember, if I fall Every time you look at me There are things you can not see But look for me behind the stair In the room with misty air If you search with open mind.... Far more truth of me you'll find

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"One of my overall favorites. I love the tune to this, it reminds me vaguely of the elves song in the hobbit, at least for a few notes. It still feels true to me, in so many ways, though perhaps a bit removed by time."