From the recording Who Made the Sky
Lyrics
I could be my own reflection:
Backward, imitating real life
But I’d rather be a stranger
To the fickle looking glass eye
Why is it not enough
To be here with now?
What’s so worth having there and then forever?
Ask, is it too late to blink and look away?
Or are we really to replace reality?
You can be your own reflection:
Backward, imitating real life
Or much better, be a vision
To impressionable young eyes