Lyrics
I turned from the reflection, the distance from my heart to hers
How could this be the end, she handed me mirror
You are much more than pretty, she handed me mirror, she handed me a mirror
Gentle laughter flowed, she liked my pretty story Me, if there was no beginning
The glass still held an image, i turned from the reflection
gentle laughter flowed
Gentle laughter flowed, she let slip a handkerchief, i turned from the reflection
She let slip a handkerchief, the distance from my heart to hers
the crushing word like friend
She handed me a mirror, i turned from the reflection, how could this be the end
rather than tell me no
A dashing word like brother, to see who it might be, quite how she pictures me
I thanked her for her song, she handed me a mirror
She liked my pretty story, she handed me a mirror, to see who it might be
If there was no beginning, if there was no beginning, the distance from my heart to hers
And then i wrote a tale not very long to tell, that she had gazed upon
So i could recognize, quite how she pictures me, a dashing word like brother
how could this be the end
i thanked her for her song
She handed me a mirror, is that poor vanity, she handed me a mirror
She handed me a mirror, and that is all she did Handed, she handed me mirror
the distance from my heart to hers