me, Will sing out a heavenly tune. A rythm divine if you're so enclined, The perfect melody. We'll go down to the water, And sail on a looking glass
eyes Oh, oh, oh, looking at a picture of you Oh, I can't wait, I can't wait for you Looking at a picture of you I'm looking at the sadness in a young
life Well, I can't control my own life (We will not break) (Look out, find, find your faith) (We will not break) The earth turns but we don't feel it move (Look
to make eyes red when they're clear and fresh instead? Oh mirror, I wish you'd lose your head Sometimes I'm on a gig, and I'm feelin' kinda good I run and look
How proud would the buildings of Rome Look without a single stone [Gabriel:] When I gaze at the man who is gazing at me When I stare into the looking glass
alone, all by myself in feear of failure unable to see who I am who's my savior and I don't know why why I've come here to the place of condemnation my
kings You'll find them here Your people, too They'll bleed for you You've made that clear Look one time at your reflection A broken looking glass what
up some magic and she'll dye away the years And, oh, they come and go so fast Don't they, Alice -- Alice in the looking glass One time she was married
stars away blazing Made me have to throw the looking glass, you, you Made it cold and made my summer pass, you, you Made me have to throw the looking glass
There's a port on a western bay and it serves a hundred ships a day Lonely sailors pass the time away and talk about their homes And there's a girl in
at all How proud would the buildings of Rome Look without a single stone When I gaze at the man who is gazing at me When I stare into the looking glass
you here Everything's fine, I'm starting over Polishing the looking glass This is isn't over Polishing the looking glass I'm starting over Polishing the looking glass
In the morning there's a buzz of flies Between the pillows and the skies That beg into your eyes Through the looking glass And between your thighs And
Theres a port on a western bay And it serves a hundred ships a day Lonely sailors pass the time a way And talk about their homes Theres a girl in this
lonely face staring back at me I looked into my glass of wine and there to my surprise I saw my dream world fall apart right before my eyes Looking through my glass
Take away the wine for restlessness plagues me I am assailed by a specter profounder Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime I shalt
one forced this step? Are you willing to play your part? Or shallst in darkness fall again? I have not seen - yet have I felt The looking-glass that
