...It wasn't me, still reflecting the walls
It got me going when distant mirrors bent the angled halls
So who's judgment is right...
With which excuse am I selling tonight?
The more I seem to know, judge and jury
The less my image grows
I may have caught a glimpse of myself in error
Or was it your reflection
Well, that's what I think
That's what I said
That's what I meant
So get over it
You beg to differ
So make your case and make it now
The truth is not our own
To twist and spin around
I want to learn from my own reflections
I need to know it's not obscured with your intentions
Not even for a moment
Well, that's what I think
That's what I said
That's what I meant
So get over it...