A stranger I see
Threadbare the veil
A cold stare revealing
Raw is the feeling
I'll meet you there
Fragments of shadows
Laid in my wake
I find knots there
Tracing contours
Corners and edges
I see my textures
Reflected back at me
Reflected back at me
Uncovering darkness
No loss of my softness
Familiar to me
A weaving of whispers
A thread from the embers
Untying me
Tracing contours
Corners and edges
I see my textures
Reflected back at me
Reflected back at me
The centre will hold
The centre will hold
The centre will hold
The centre will hold
Tracing contours
Corners and edges
I see my textures
Reflected back at me
Reflected back at me
Reflected back at me