Lletres:
Blue Oyster Cult Mirrors

A mirror is a negative space with a frame And a place for your face it reveals What the rest of us see It conceals What you'd like it to be Pretty girls

Dance on fire with me babe The flames ain't gonna stop Come on and show me That you're ready to trot So if you really wanna do it You better do it hot

Maybe I'll see you again baby And maybe I won't Maybe you've bought your ticket Gone back to Detroit Airplanes make strangers of us all Give us distance

Did you catch the fever Flying toward the moon? Sailing in space to a distant shore You kind of wondered What they came here for We lived days for lovin

In a purple vision Many thousand years ago I saw the silent stranger Walk the earth alone Twenty-seven faces With their eyes turned to the sky I've

Lonely teardrops, you been crying I hear them fall In the night the empty night I hear your song It goes right through me It used to move me (Lonely,

s an eye to my hurricane People fly around me like dead leaves in high wind They stream down the choking streets and never quite reach the end Sometimes I wear a blue

I knew her when she was a secretary She always refused to get married She tried not to smile or meet your eyes She knew if she did you'd start those

Drivin' alone into the darkness I heard you call my name And the roar of the engine Is calling me to blame Tears in my mirror cryin' for the people behind