A little chat in your bedroom
is all I'd wish to win.
I could teach you better and then
I'd let you go away.
You use to cry in the movies,
you cry at happy ends.
If I treat you better I guess
you will forgive me then.
Are you sick of what the mirrors give you back?
That's the face I love.
Each one is wishing just for what the other has got,
and I, I don't.
What you say distracts me
from who you really are.
Every time you put me aside,
I can't help begging
to hear you singing in the mornings.
Oh, if I could keep your voice,
it would be the song of my choice
for every dawning.
Are you sick of what the mirrors give you back?
That's the face I love.
Each one is wishing just for what the other has got,
and I, I don't,
what the other has got,
and I ...