Wait, dear.
The time is getting late here.
I'm all washed up,
Embraced with faint applause,
Dressed in a cheap facade -
I'm looking for a place I'll never see again.
Faking.
There's nothing here worth taking,
Just my reflection fading on the wall -
Not the fairest one of all.
I'm looking for a place I'll never see again.
The night turns to a day:
A street I've never walked on.
I was never here.
I'm just a faint reflection.
The day turns to a month,
A second of affection.
I was never here.
I'm just a faint reflection.