I am a mirror
Suppose I were to tell youthat the meaning of dreamsis not all that it seemsand the ultimate truth is a lie.And you are just a puppetwho can dance on a string.Do you feel anything?Would you Laugh? Would you care?Would you cry?
But the meaning of life is a mystery,how can anyone disagree?And the music is a symphonywhich we play in a minor key.
I am a mirror. I am a mirror.Looking at me you see yourselfI am a mirror. I am a mirror.Every face is someone else.Look at me smile and you're the clown.And if I dance you turn around.Look in my eyes and see your tearsuntil the music disappears.
So if you are confusedand don't know which way to go.You will certainly know.From the moment we're living we die.And if it's all a crazy gameyou don't want to playTell me what you can say.It's a joke. It's the truth. It's a lie.
But the meaning of life is a mysterythat we don't understand.And the music is a rhapsodyif you're happy the way that you are.
I am a mirror. I am a mirror.Looking at me you see yourselfI am a mirror. I am a mirror.Every face is someone else.Look at me smile and you're the clown.And if I dance you turn around.Look in my eyes and see your tearsuntil the music disappears.
And the meaning of life is a mysterythough we live it from day to day.But the music of life should be harmonyso that anyone here can play.
I am a mirror. I am a mirror.Looking at me you see yourselfI am a mirror. I am a mirror.Every face is someone else.Look at me smile and you're the clown.And if I dance you turn around.Look in my eyes and see your tearsuntil the music disappears.