Mirror Images - Van Der Graaf Generator

If I’m the mirror and you’re the image

Then what’s the secret between the two?

These 'Me's and 'You's, how many can there be?

Oh, I don’t mind all that around the place

As long as you keep it well away from me

I’ve begun to regret that we ever met between the dimensions

It gets such a strain to pretend that the change

Is anything but cheap with your infant pique

And your angst pretensions, sometimes you act like a creep

And now I’m standing in the corner, looking at the room and the furniture

In cheap imitation of alienation and grief

And now we’re going to the kitchen, fix ourselves a drink and a cigarette

Getting no closer to being the joker or thief

Who’s a joker who’s the thief

Who’s a joker who’s the thief

Still, I reflect, this nervous wreck who stands before me

Can see as well, can surely tell that he’s not yet free

He can turn aside but can no more ignore me

Than know which one of us is he

Than tell what we are going to be, than know which one of is me

Take the mirror away, take the mirror away

Take the mirror away

I know that it’s gone but the real one will stay