I looked down
Through the bottom of my glass
And I saw the reflection of a face
You used to see when you looked at me
I looked down
Through my window from my bed
And remembered the skyline down below
Down below when you looked at me
From the rooftop, empty bottle
When the phone rings, you are calling
Didn't mean to hurt you badly
But leaves are falling sadly
I looked up
From a letter and the summer
Had suddenly faded into fall
Like your face when you looked at me
I looked down
Through the bottom of my glass
And I saw the reflection of a face
You used to see when you looked at me