Woorden:
Mirrors The

Halfway gone, I'm halfway gone You were always hard to hold So letting go ain't easy I'm hanging on but growing cold While my mind is leaving Talk,

, vanity (and the mirrors gonna fog tonight) sex, love, control, vanity (and the mirrors gonna fog tonight) sex, love, control, vanity (and the mirrors gonna fog tonight) sex, love, control, vanity (the mirrors

The young man stepped into the hall of mirrors Where he discovered a reflection of himself Even the greatest stars discover themselves in the looking

forever And they soak into silence, and end up together And a dark and distant, dark and distant place So, don't leave me here with only mirrors watching

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning When you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly From the space between your bed and walls

die, well, ha ha ha I remember everything, the words we spoke on freezing South Street All those mornings watching you get ready for school You combed your hair inside that mirror

You follow the footsteps Echoes leading down the hall To a room, there's music playing Tiny bells with moving parts Here the shadows make things ugly

Now and again It seems worse than it is But mostly the view is accurate You see your breath in the air As you climb up the stairs To that coffin you call

There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street