There's fog in the mirror No reflection back from the glass I can't see the future Only the past There's fog in the mirror Double vanity, single bath We could take a shower Wait for the water to rise up Our love would heat the pipes up How would you like it To be confused by a Sad romantic Looking for a muse? I'm sorry to say That's the best that I can do There's fog in the mirror With my fingers, I draw a map Of a different time zone Across an ocean On an island Where Irish eyes are smilin' How would you like it To be confused by a Sad romantic Looking for a muse? I'm sorry to say That's the best that I can do Let's open a window Pull the shades up and flip the latch Just to let some steam out That's my best guess What a hot mess We were naked, now we're full dressed How would you like it To be confused by a Sad romantic Tryin' to sing the blues? I'm sorry to say That's the best that I can do