[Jessica has (very cautiously) acquired magic dirt. She is (again, very cautiously) working at it, slowly and meticulously forming a work desk. And singing, too intent on her work to notice her impromptu performance.]
I'm like a mirror baby
I refract light back at you
So silent, so thin, so tricky now
We do the things that lovers do
I'm not at liberty to say
How a
secret message came for you today
It holds the secrets of my heart and my mind
It tells of vast expanses stretching backwards over time