I walk these empty streets Fill them up with pretty neat Ideas that spring my mind From the corner of my eyes I try to find truth and reality And the great divide That keeps them both from me And I am inquisitve as to why Soon I see dancers by my side Picking me up for a ride To that exquisite little place Somewhere at the back of my mind My feet can't help but spin To that strangers grin Now all these corners They're so bright Show me the mirror again Show me the mirror again Show me that pretty face again Show me the mirror again