Who"s the man that looks at me
Through the mirror surface?
He looks at me but doesn"t see
Anything but new phase.

The phase of spring, the phase of life,
The phase of somewhat better;
But when I"m gone he sees the night
That puts his mind in fetters.

Oh, Mirror Man, don"t waste your time,
Don"t scratch the glass between us;
Don"t spoil my world, don"t black my white,
And, please, don"t ever menace.

Who"s the man that stares at me
Through the mirror surface?
I look at him, but I don"t see
Anything but furnace.

He burns my eyes, he burns my mind,
He burns all my devotion;
Nothing"s bad, but nothing"s fine.
Nothing is his ocean.