Ah, come on, come on, let me tell you all about it
We've got all the time in the world
I've been dreaming up a storm lately
Over and over again
And now I can't stop, can't stop...
Been dreaming about mirrors
Millions of mirrors
An endless army of mirrors out of control, reflecting people to death
To blindness and then death
Oh and the mirrors kept getting larger
They kept growing... swelling...
They kept spreading out
And now I can't seem to stop them
They're still growing and I can't seem to stop them
I have to keep filling them up
I have to keep feeding them
And they're still getting larger!
The mirrors have become vast and beautiful
And very, very hungry
Hungrier than I've ever been
I no longer have any control over what they show me or what they see
They decide themselves what they would like to reflect
They won't obey me!
They create a reflection and then
I have to go out and find the real thing that matches it
And almost always when I put the real thing in front of the mirrors
It's not nearly as beautiful as the reflection that came first
And at that point I have to destroy the real thing
And go out looking again until finally
I find another real thing
A thing that does match what's inside the mirror
and which is truly worthy of the beautiful reflection that came first
But I almost never find it
And the mirrors get even hungrier
Pretty soon now they're going to devour me
They're going to swallow me up
Piece by piece
Bit by bit, shiver by shiver, tremble by tremble
Sliver and sliver and splinter by splinter...
But you can help me, please
They want you, please
They've given me your image
Before I ever saw you they gave me your image
I'd like to make you one of my reflections
And feed you to the mirrors
They only need one more to fill them up
And if it were you I feel that they would be satisfied
As I would
You have such a beautiful reflection...
Don't ever waste it
Your place or mine?