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