Sad eyes turn away from the looking glass
Fingers trace the lines of the years have passed
Smears of lies upon the lips of someone standing by
(yeah)

No It'll never be me looking at you that way
No it'll never be me looking at you that way

Mother keeps a photogragh of a child thats dead
The child of the fading name thats never said
White fantasies of the child's life is spinning round this mother's head

No It'll never be me looking at you that way
No it'll never be me looking at you that way

Face pressed is against the window of an early train
Arms twist out the message of unspoken plain
You wipe away a tear and then it starts to rain

No It'll never be me looking at you that way
No it'll never be me looking at you that way