Who's the man that looks at me
Through the mirror's surface?
He looks at me, yet only sees
Nothing but the new phase.

The phase of spring, the phase of life,
The phase of something better;
But when I'm gone he sees the night
That puts him in its fetters.

Oh, Mirror Man, don't waste your time,
Don't break the glass between us;
Don't spoil my world, don't black my white,
And, please, don't be a menace.

Who's the man that stares at me
Through the mirror's surface?
I look at him, yet only see
Nothing but the furnace.

He burns my eyes, he burns my mind,
He burns out my emotions;
Nothing's bad, but nothing's fine.
Nothing is his ocean.