Ohh, ohh, the mirror... Ohh, ohh, the mirror
Ohh, ohh, the mirror... Ohh, ohh, the mirror
You write me down
Like a story you've already heard
You raise a brow, flipping pages of my future
Could I suggest that you not skip ahead, it's not all written yet, no no
Ohh, ohh, the mirror... Ohh, ohh, the mirror
Ohh, ohh, the mirror... Ohh, ohh, the mirror
All this I feel is not unreal
Just not yet come to pass
Each page we write, and line by line
We choose what we see in the looking glass
Ohh, ohh, the mirror... Ohh, ohh, the mirror
Ohh, ohh, the mirror... Ohh, ohh, the mirror