Story Behind The Song

Inspired by a tortured, haunted woman struggling with her fears of finding love. This is the porcupine syndrome: how to close without getting hurt.

Song Description

Poignant ballad about the haunting fears of a woman.

Lyrics

Through the Looking Glass


Once upon a summer dawn,
The waves caressed the sand, as you lay beneath my hand
With a touch of sunrise in your hair,
Like flames of raw desire, from a soft and gentle fire;
A fire that will never burn low,
A fire that will never burn low.

And through the looking glass she has gazed for years,
But she can't face the face of her fears;
Remnants from the past hold her in the mirror,
And shadows bear the course of her tears.

These days have vanished long ago,
Into clouds and distant dreams, out of reach, or so it seems;
The sea of life begins to fade
Into watercolor streams flowing through her painted schemes;
And the fire flickers dangerously low.
The fire flickers dangerously low.

And through the looking glass she has gazed for years,
But she can't face the face of her fears;
Remnants from the past hold her in the mirror,
And shadows bear the course of her tears.