Fog in the Mirror - Theo Katzman

There’s fog in the mirror

No reflection back from the glass

I can’t see the future

Only the past

There’s fog in the mirror

Double vanity, single bath

We could take a shower

Wait for the water to rise up

Our love would heat the pipes up

How would you like it

To be confused by a

Sad romantic

Looking for a muse?

I’m sorry to say

That’s the best that I can do

There’s fog in the mirror

With my fingers, I draw a map

Of a different time zone

Across an ocean

On an island

Where Irish eyes are smilin'

How would you like it

To be confused by a

Sad romantic

Looking for a muse?

I’m sorry to say

That’s the best that I can do

Let’s open a window

Pull the shades up and flip the latch

Just to let some steam out

That’s my best guess

What a hot mess

We were naked, now we’re full dressed

How would you like it

To be confused by a

Sad romantic

Tryin' to sing the blues?

I’m sorry to say

That’s the best that I can do