(That's dope...)



In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you

Which is me, Which is me, Which is me....



Impossible to tell whether he was there,

I can count his days in confusion

He went for a trip inside and he liked it there

I wonder if he'll ever be back

(Will he ever come back?)



Impossible sets the world for a man to commute

But from his point of view, it's untrue (so untrue)

A likely story I heard before so I'll paint it black

I read it but its about as black as white (black as white)

(face to face)



In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you

Which is me, Which is me, Which is me....



My first trip inside I met someone I never met before

I enjoyed his company so everyday I'd stop to say hello

One day I took him with me and inside we had a ball

So I asked him if he'd like to come here everyday

(just to come with me, baby)



The next day I just couldn't find him and I didn't wonder why

Till almost recently I didn't understand

Yesterday waves goodbye but she also likes to stare

Till I passed a mirror I couldn't figure out why

(oh why oh why oh why? no.....)



In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you

Which is me, Which is me, Which is me....



So outside one of us built a window to the other side

now the flowers get upset when I take the shortway

Holyne