And when your dreams have come to end How will you buy your happiness? And when your self is all you have left With what will you fill your emptiness? Mirror, mirror on the wall Who’s the ugliest of them all? Severed, crawling like spiders Injecting

With all my heart, God bless you Like an image passing by, my love, my life In the mirror of your eyes, my love, my life I can see it all so clearly All our love so dearly Images passing by Like reflections of your mind, my love, my life But I know I

So I imagine my heart with you See what imagination can do Magic mirror come and search my heart Can you tell me what you see There's a thousand voices whispering Songs and you're the melody It's not hard to conceive Love ecstasy imagining you with me

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,

Sing with me, just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Dream until your dreams come true Sing with me, sing for the year Every time when I look in the mirror All these lines on my face

Through my rise and fall You told me that they can understand the man I am So why are we here talkin' to each other again Mirror on the wall, here we are again You've been my only friend With everything happening today You don't know whether you're

I hear Jerusalem bells are 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

Amanda, light of my life Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife I've held it all inward, God knows, I've tried But it's an awful awakening in a country boy's life To look in the mirror in total surprise At the hair on my shoulders and the age in my

Case open, case shut Isn't it tragic? But you could pay to close it like a casket The D.A. is dressed to the nines In the mirror he practices all his lines To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor I'm guessing that he read the morning paper

Can we talk talk talk After the music dies Can we talk, can we talk, can we talk, can we talk? When we're back at mine Under faded lights? Looking in the mirror I get confused Putting labels on things makes them complicated Don't think