One day you're going to have to face The deep dark truthful mirror And it's going to tell you things that I still Love you too much to say
The sky was just a purple bruise The ground was iron And you fell all around the town Until you looked the same
The same eyes, the same lips The same lie from your tongue trips Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
Now the flagstone streets where the newspaper shouts Ring to the boots of roustabouts But you're never in any doubt There's something happening somewhere
You chase down the road till your fingers bleed On a fiberglass tumbleweed You can blow around the town But it all shuts down the same
The same eyes, the same lips The same lie from your tongue trips Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
So you bay for the boy in the tiger-skin trunks They set him up, set him up on the stool He falls down, he falls down like a drunk And you drink till you drool
Well it's his story you'll flatter You'll stretch him out like a saint But the canvas that he splattered Will be the picture that you never paint
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
A stripping puppet on a liquid stick Gets into it pretty thick A butterfly drinks a turtle's tears But how do you know he really needs it?
'Cause a butterfly feeds on a dead monkey's hand Jesus wept, he felt abandoned You're spellbound baby, there's no doubting that Did you ever see her stare like a Persian cat?
The same eyes, the same lips The same lie from your tongue trips Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirrorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
