My only friend lives in the mirror

Not that he ever remembers

Just what it's like, dancing home

 

Concave skewed, division cubed

No I can’t get a linear line

Staring back, into the same old lies

 

Shout back at me, imitate me

Oh look deep down in my soul

Who is the guardian; who’s paying the toll?


Whoa, whoa, whoa --- whoa, whoa, whoa

When everyday is a holiday

And all the radio play

Is a sad song

 

Whoa, whoa, whoa --- whoa, whoa, whoa

When all I can do is pour a drink for two

And look out

At an empty room

 

Whoa, who, who ---- whoa, whoa, whoa

A broken down sense, reflecting my last regrets

Even now… Turned around… With a frown…

 

 

I come back home, to find me alone

With the one of similar size

He’s always here, he never hides

 

My left is your right, and your right is my left

One of these days I wish you would give

Just one smile back, like you use to before

 

 

Killing the beast of a broken heart

It's just the start, you’ll see

Connecting the dots with habitual lines

While you just stare back at me

 

Within the reason of perpetual minds

You can never turn your back on me

With all the seasons, there’s conceptual tides

Drifting in and out to sea

 

All I know, all you know, all we’ll be…

 

Whoa, whoa, whoa --- whoa, whoa, whoa

When everyday is a holiday

And all the radio play

Is a sad song

 

Whoa, whoa, whoa --- whoa, whoa, whoa

When all I can do is pour a drink for two

And look out

At an empty room

 

Whoa, who, who ---- whoa, whoa, whoa

A broken down sense, reflecting my last regrets

Even now… Turned around… With a frown…

 

 

My only friend lives in the mirror

How will he never remember

Just what it's like, and why we’re all alone…