Go to the Mirror The Smithereens

He seems to be completely unreceptive
The tests I gave him show no sense, at all
His eyes react to light, the dials detect it
He hears but cannot answer to your call

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me

There is no chance, no untried operation
All hope lies with him and none with me
Imagine, though, the shock from isolation
When he suddenly can hear and speak and see

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
See me, feel me, touch me, heal me

His eyes can see, his ears can hear, his lips speak
All the time the needles flick and rock
No machine can give the kind of stimulation
Needed to remove his inner block

Go to the mirror, boy
Go to the mirror, boy

I often wonder what he is feeling
Has he ever heard a word I've said
Look at him in the mirror, dreaming
What is happening in his head?