I walk these empty streets
Fill them up with pretty neat
Ideas that spring my mind
From the corner of my eyes
I try to find truth and reality
And the great divide
That keeps them both from me
And I am inquisitve as to why
Soon I see dancers by my side
Picking me up for a ride
To that exquisite little place
Somewhere at the back of my mind
My feet can't help but spin
To that strangers grin
Now all these corners
They're so bright
Show me the mirror again
Show me the mirror again
Show me that pretty face again
Show me the mirror again