Come Mother and sit you down by me
Come Father and pity my case
Oh the winds they howl in the graveyard
And the rats run round in a race
I am but a child of your orphanage
I'm a flood with a face
Oh mirror, mirror
Your words they all have two meanings
I read them through rose colored glass
Your stories all have two beginnings
And they're only my stories besides
How I wish you could see what I'm seeing
But your eyes are my eyes
Oh mirror, mirror
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Ah ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh
Last night I was layin' in slumber
Asleepin' soft in my bed
And that wind that howls in the graveyard
Came whistlin' into my head
How I long to be pure and golden
Raise me up from the dead
Oh mirror, mirror
Oh mirror, mirror
