I'm taking a walk through the chapel royal I'm here every day as far as I can tell It's here where I come alive, the mirrors won't tell a lie I'm lookin' back at me, I'm lookin' back at me I look at the wall and the others the same When I ask, "Who is God?" something echoes my name So beautiful, chauvenistic, and vain I call it true love, but you call me insane The Hall of Mirrors Hall of Mirrors I come alive I question the architect, Houdin Mansart I this hall is torn down, it will tear me apart He said, "We'll add more mirrors." I said, "That's a good start, uh-huh." I look at my reflection and the others the same When I ask, "Who is God?" something echoes my name So elegent, chauvenistic, and vain I call it self-adored, but you still call me insane Hall of Mirrors Hall of Mirrors La la la la la La la la la La la la la la La la la la