To peek beyond those reflective windows
Those of your soul, the doors to your mind
Strangely real, so unbelievably close
For once no longer a solitary rose

Yes, that familiarity, that intimacy
Yet distant all this while, what an irony
Oh try as you may, Oh try as you might
Only the night is real, gone with the first light

But you know its not just that rose
The champagne shall show