When I look in the mirror He's standing behind me, he's always there And he never gets older, time doesn't touch him See his face behind my shoulder He's dead for years. There are times that he tries to Touch me, but his hands are cold as eyes and soul He makes me shiver, but still I like him See his face behind my shoulder He's dead for years. Everytime when I turn off Don't lie that you hear him whispering my name And then I ask him If he is still living, see his face behind my shoulder. He's dead for years He's dead for years.