Tragic Mirror

Here's a man, his own tragic mirror Capable of such crimes he is scared To look at himself too long at a time. Here's a man, his own wrapped up worry Thinking he will do wrong very shortly. The answer remains locked up in his head. And charity plays a game with your head It gets to you now, it gets to you now And charity plays away with your head It gets to you now, it gets to you now. Somehow you've got to smarten up And act like nothing's ever gonna break you Break you, break your mirror in two. Here's a man aware of his defects Such a sensitive soul such a rebel Capable of detecting his flaws. Here's a man self righteous, self pitying Nursing losses and pain and inflicting guilt That should keep them busy for days. And charity plays a game with your head It gets to you now, it gets to you now And vanity takes your dog for a walk It gets to you now, it gets to you now. Somehow you've got to smarten up And act like nothing's ever gonna Break you, break you, break your mirror in two. Here's a man really worth the attention So mature but so dumb. In broad daylight the answer remains locked up in his head It's blowing around somewhere in his head. --- Tragic Mirror - Sondre Lerche and The Faces Down Quartet