You don't seem to know where you are child. Can I call you child?
Lost to be found, now show me the way you think is best.
I'd like to know where you got that shadow, child, it isn't yours even though it suits you well. I fear to step on it, as you might on graves.
The coffin is empty and yet, Tell me, I must know Did we really die that day?
Roaming the place like we own it. Walking on a mirror's edge Flesh, blood, yet light as a feather on the reverted surface.
Get me the rope to tie to darkness Take me away and we'll break them apart