In the panes of cellophane
I'm a black mirror, I'm a black mirror
In thirty three turns I'll be
Playing back thinner, playing back thinner
Just like a record, just like a record
Just like a record on my stereo
Diamond edge, dead ahead
I cannot complain, no I cannot complain
Leave a trace and replace
Everything I've made until the grooves are all the same
Just like a record, just like a record
Just like a record on my stereo
Just like a record, just like a record
We're getting older
With the dust I'll adjust
To being in the shade, to being in the shade
I'd rather fade, than never play
Like a black mirror, like a black mirror
I'll be your record, I'll be your record
I'll be your record, be my stereo
I'll be your record, I'll be your record
We're getting older
I'll be your record be my stereo
I'll be your record be my stereo
