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Face In The Mirror

by Kevin Coyne

on Matching Head And Feet (1975), Beautiful Extremes Et Cetera 1974-1977 (1977)

Coyne

Looks like a face in the mirror
That awful face in the mirror
White and sad and so unkind
Looks like a face in the mirror
Like a stagnant river
Flowing deaf and cross and blind
Looks like a face in the mirror
That lost face in the mirror
Searching for a happy mind
Looks like a face in the mirror
Margaret's face in the mirror
Waiting, waiting for the time
I know I wasn't right
I was invariably wrong
I always sang a song
When I should have been weeping
I know I laughed with you
As you stood by the door it's true
As you landed in my garden, creeping
Looks like a face in the mirror
Your round face in the mirror
Lips all red and ready for bed
Looks like a face in the mirror
Oh your face in the mirror
The signs of hatred on your forehead
Yes it looks like a face in the mirror
That awful face in the mirror
Remembering every little word I said
Oh it looks like a face in the mirror
And I don't even have to forgive her
She acts as if I was already dead
Oh I tried so hard, tried the big trump card
But I know you said I was lying
I know that you waited and waited
Waited and waited and grated
Listening, listening, listening and I was alive, I was alive
Oh it looks like a face in the mirror
Margaret's face in the mirror
Listening for for my little tune
Well I see your face in the mirror
Oh your laughing face in the mirror
And I know you've been consulting the runes
Card after card fall on the table
Each one willing and able
To send me to some sort of matrimonial doom
Yes yes, yes it's your face in the mirror
Oh your face in the mirror
Take away that darkness and that gloom, gloom, gloom
Well I told you again
Don't come here, amen
I don't want you around anymore
Your parents will come to collect you
Big Father's there to correct you
He will take you away to his den
So it looks like your face in the mirror
My face is there with her
Snap the marriage and the fate
Yes yes yes that's your face in the mirror
All sepia in the mirror,
Standing by your garden gate