There's a camera in the mirror.
It tells me you are scared.
It tells me secrets you wish to know.
It serves the honor, weeping woe.
You told me once that you would marry a kite-maker.
And when I asked you why, you said,
"They have the magic to make hearts fly."
There's a camera in the mirror.
It's dripping with your fear.
Your salty tears will sanction this
In one last brave and daring kiss.
You told me once that you would marry a kite-maker.
And when I asked you why, you said,
"They have the magic to make hearts fly."
You're smart and you are brave.