Glass Rose

A looking glass the window,
 Holds a better place
 Through it I can see her,
 As she comes my way
 I wonder does she wonder,
 Who left that rose for her, that day
 Somewhere in the distance,
 I can see her face
 Flawed only with perfection,
 As she turns I say
 So did you like the rose that I left for you, that day
 Now all I have
 Is a drawer full of photographs
 Of you and I
 That we'll never take
 And I know I'll never forget her
 She'll be my, glass rose until I say
 (Until I say)
 So this is how it ends,
 How it never begins
 So this is how it ends with us
 Now all I have
 Is a drawer full of photographs
 Of you and I
 That we'll never take
 And I know I'll never forget her
 She'll be my glass rose until I say.