[Verse 1]
You may ask the mirror
Show me perfect hair
That the room entire might welcome you
(Then) When laying out your raiment
What am I to wear?
Slipping on the thread that wears you
[Pre-Chorus]
Hung like fallen scarves on a street wall
For returning hands to find
Stripped by magazines in the yearning
Of waiting rooms for authors to your time
[Chorus]
The days will fly like pink confetti, your fists unfurled
But if you land the blow, everybody gets hurt
You learn the lines by rote, not knowing which words to keep
They switch them while you sleep, so rouse yourself to briеf
The impervious me
[Verse 2]
You may sift for summеr
Such horizons there
Throw a wheel and trust it turns for you
Then go and ask your mirror
What of me to share
Am I in the place I left you?
You may ask the mirror
Show me perfect hair
That the room entire might welcome you
(Then) When laying out your raiment
What am I to wear?
Slipping on the thread that wears you
[Pre-Chorus]
Hung like fallen scarves on a street wall
For returning hands to find
Stripped by magazines in the yearning
Of waiting rooms for authors to your time
[Chorus]
The days will fly like pink confetti, your fists unfurled
But if you land the blow, everybody gets hurt
You learn the lines by rote, not knowing which words to keep
They switch them while you sleep, so rouse yourself to briеf
The impervious me
[Verse 2]
You may sift for summеr
Such horizons there
Throw a wheel and trust it turns for you
Then go and ask your mirror
What of me to share
Am I in the place I left you?
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