If I'm the mirror and you're the image
Then what's the secret between the two?
These 'Me's and 'You's, how many can there be?
Oh, I don't mind all that around the place
As long as you keep it well away from me

I've begun to regret that we ever met between the dimensions
It gets such a strain to pretend that the change
Is anything but cheap with your infant pique
And your angst pretensions, sometimes you act like a creep

And now I'm standing in the corner, looking at the room and the furniture
In cheap imitation of alienation and grief
And now we're going to the kitchen, fix ourselves a drink and a cigarette
Getting no closer to being the joker or thief

Who's a joker who's the thief
Who's a joker who's the thief

Still, I reflect, this nervous wreck who stands before me
Can see as well, can surely tell that he's not yet free
He can turn aside but can no more ignore me
Than know which one of us is he
Than tell what we are going to be, than know which one of is me

Take the mirror away, take the mirror away
Take the mirror away
I know that it's gone but the real one will stay