Reflections On a Broken Mirror

Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls Well I aint no modern masterpiece New surrealist movement in the key of G Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh Well my baby loves me like an auto-harp You see she plucks my mind and she strums my heart We're both victims of gravity She'll never fly away from me Well you can tell by looking I'm not like the rest Sometimes a broken mirror, reflects back the best Well look inside my Chinese box You have the key to every lock It's made of old chestnut and a lacquer top Well once you stop you can never stop Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh Well you can tell by looking I'm not like the rest Sometimes a broken mirror, reflects back the best A vagabond child, has come back home A walk through the clouds, in a sky the color of stone