8in8, Neil Gaiman, Damien Kulash, Ben Folds, Amanda Palmer - I'll Be My Mirror lyrics
[8in8, Neil Gaiman, Damien Kulash, Ben Folds, Amanda Palmer - I'll Be My Mirror lyrics]
(There was a) tiny asian woman screaming in
The street today and she was screaming at a
Person that she obviously hates (She was so)
Loud we heard the screaming with
Our windows all rolled up
And we all looked down the street to
See who she was screaming at
(but there was) no one on the sidewalk so we
All looked back at her (and we saw)
In her homeless hands she held a 1960s mirror
A pretty plastic girly one framed
In a purple case
And she was screaming at herself and
She was spitting in her face
And we were scared and we were
Shaken waiting at the intersection
Looking at each other’s faces
And each one a shocked reflection
And we laugh with nervous laughter at
The crazies in the street
But it’s only cos we know it's how
We kind of want to be
And there’s a fraction of a brain cell
Chain that makes us what we are
One false move you’re in the mirror
Someone’s laughing from the car
Casey said she’d seen that woman
Half a dozen times
And that she has a bunch of mirrors
She has lots of different kinds
And I wondered what she’d shouted and
I wondered what she’d done
The light turned green
And someone said we ought to
Put her in a song
I feel sorry for that woman as she
Stormed off in the day
With a bitter frozen enemy who
Will never go away
And so many of us hate ourselves
But never shout in rage
We never get to hold a mirror
We never turn the page
And I’m lucky I’ve got people who
Will hold me in the night
And I’m lucky that you love me
And I’m glad we never fight
And I’m lucky that I like myself
But late at night I doubt
So I’m scared to look at mirrors
Just in case I start to shout
The street today and she was screaming at a
Person that she obviously hates (She was so)
Loud we heard the screaming with
Our windows all rolled up
And we all looked down the street to
See who she was screaming at
(but there was) no one on the sidewalk so we
All looked back at her (and we saw)
In her homeless hands she held a 1960s mirror
A pretty plastic girly one framed
In a purple case
And she was screaming at herself and
She was spitting in her face
And we were scared and we were
Shaken waiting at the intersection
Looking at each other’s faces
And each one a shocked reflection
And we laugh with nervous laughter at
The crazies in the street
But it’s only cos we know it's how
We kind of want to be
And there’s a fraction of a brain cell
Chain that makes us what we are
One false move you’re in the mirror
Someone’s laughing from the car
Casey said she’d seen that woman
Half a dozen times
And that she has a bunch of mirrors
She has lots of different kinds
And I wondered what she’d shouted and
I wondered what she’d done
The light turned green
And someone said we ought to
Put her in a song
I feel sorry for that woman as she
Stormed off in the day
With a bitter frozen enemy who
Will never go away
And so many of us hate ourselves
But never shout in rage
We never get to hold a mirror
We never turn the page
And I’m lucky I’ve got people who
Will hold me in the night
And I’m lucky that you love me
And I’m glad we never fight
And I’m lucky that I like myself
But late at night I doubt
So I’m scared to look at mirrors
Just in case I start to shout