Answer: this is called reflections
hold on----
to me------
as we go down this winding street
of love------
of hate------
of feelings that don't abate
(pre-chorus)
as we go down to the lake down the road
i always think back to days when you were my home
(chorus)
i see my reflection
and imagine your perfection sitting next to me
wishing you were here to hold my hand
i see the reflections-----of us
the reflections of that stained facade we made
