Need a little time to wake up wake up What's the story morning glory? Need a little time to wake up All your dreams are made When you're chained to the mirror and the razor blade Today's the day that all the world will see Another sunny afternoon Walking

Falling in and out of love Your love, your love, your love I keep keep falling Love is fade away See the mirror in your eyes See the truth behind the lies Your lies are haunting me See the reason in your eyes

I'm talking to my own reflection Boy, I ain't talkin' about you, I'm talking to my own reflection Mirror, mirror on the wall Think I'm in love, 'cause you so sexy Boy, I ain't talking 'bout you, I'm talking to my own reflection Ooh ooh ooh ooh It ain't

Can't see myself when I look in the mirror I get the skirt when I want (skrrt!) She got wife written all over Said that I was done for good and don't want no more lies But my phone be blowing up, temptations on my line I stare at the screen a while

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

Ladade ladada ladada Singing in the shower You light me up inside Whenever your around I always seem to smile And people ask me how Well your the reason why I'm dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower Thinkin' of ya when I'm goin' to bed

Welcome to dying I don't let it out Look to the mirror it shows what I am Can't you see the dragon's seed bears in me The dragon's breath I don't let it out I spread my wings and fly away Close to insanity Beyond the realms I've been

So stop, drop and roll one We're on fire, I think Takes one to grow one Burned out like the prom queen We're right on the brink We're one of a kind It’s all mirrors and smoke rings We’re one of a kind We're all mirrors and smoke rings

Justa creepin' Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in a late December. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin' Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door,

I once thought it better to regret Things that I have done, then haven't Sometimes you've got to be wrong Learn the hard way (Hello, mirror, so glad to see you, my friend, it's been a while) Staring at the empty page before me All the years of wreckage