I think I missed you in the elevator I think I missed you when I shot too high Just like the bullet in the temple baby
I know I missed you in Andalusia I think I missed you when I took my time Just like that photograph that Carroll drew ya
Mirror mirror on the wall Tell me why you make things fall
Just when you think you've got the one in sight He starts to run into the crowd of cages With all that bleeding light
I think I've got the combination I think I've got my settings straight I measured time like he was half-crustacean
Mirror mirror on the wall Tell me why you make things fall
I've resorted to aphorisms Somewhere between love and jism Stolen like the blanket I stain on bended knee I'm afraid of my own drop shadow I'm frozen by the coming youth I'd like to see the dotted line
Mirror mirror on the wall Tell me why you make things fall More from Wild Strawberries