[Verse 1] Steam draws a doorway on the glass. A yellow square begins to breathe. The towel slips like a white flag while the clock forgets to leave. [Pre-Chorus] Behind you, the dark has borrowed somebody’s borrowed face. A blade catches the bathroom light; time folds up its place. [Chorus] Turn the mirror toward the wall, let the little room grow wide. Every symbol sheds its skin; there’s another one inside. Hold your breath, the tiles are turning, water climbs the painted seam. What we fear can wear our shape and walk straight through a dream. [Verse 2] The drain hums low like distant planets. The soap becomes a silver moon. Your shadow walks a second later, arriving from another room. [Pre-Chorus] The curtain parts; the hallway bends. A red thread crosses the floor. The masked face is a paper crown with nothing underneath it anymore. [Chorus] Turn the mirror toward the wall, let the little room grow wide. Every symbol sheds its skin; there’s another one inside. Hold your breath, the tiles are turning, water climbs the painted seam. What we fear can wear our shape and walk straight through a dream. [Bridge] The knife is only a bright line where the picture comes apart. The mask is only winter trying on a human heart. The shower keeps on falling. The room forgets its name. One small square of yellow paint outlasts the whole strange frame. [Final Chorus] Turn the mirror toward the wall, let the little room grow wide. Every symbol sheds its skin; there’s another one inside. When the water stops its climbing, when the glass gives back the room, leave the yellow square unpainted— let it keep a little moon. [Outro] Steam clears. The room is still. The mirror keeps its second will.
