Mirror Images Peter Hammill

[Verse 1]
If I'm the mirror and you're the image
Then what's the secret between the two
These "me"s and "you"s, how many can there be?
Oh, I don't mind all that around the place
As long as you keep it
Well away from me

[Verse 2]
I've begun to regret
That we ever met between the dimensions
It gets such a strain
To pretend that the change is anything but cheap;
With your infant pique and your angst pretensions
Sometimes you act like such a creep

[Chorus]
And now I'm standing in the corner
Looking at the room and the furniture
In cheap imitation of alienation and grief
And now we're going to the kitchen
Fix ourselves a drink and a cigarette
(Getting no closer to being the joker or thief)

[Verse 3]
Still, I reflect
This nervous wreck who stands before me
Can see as well
Can surely tell that he's not yet free;
He can turn aside, but can no more ignore me
Than know which one of us is he
Than tell what we are going to be
Than know which one of us is me