you look at the world
through the prism of a mirror
and the light is blinding-N

At the mouth of the cave my darling
it doesn't really matter
the other side of dreams my darling
nothing to forget or remember-Nausher

I was too young to understand
But too old to forget
Naked on shifting sand
Hanging on by a thread
Walking through the door
Eyes clawed by dread
Your face is a mirror
Of that stranger in your bed-Nausher