Texty: Kristine W.. Land Of The Living. Breathe.

See my eyes they carry your reflection
Watch my lips they whisper the words you taught me to
I am your mirror, I have been since time began
When you need power, I am your satisfaction

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
And when you breathe on me
I go misty

Can you find the hook on which I'm hung, would you let me down?
When I work my fingers to the bone, carry burdens that are not my own
Do you share the load? Oh no my man
I'm just a mirror to help you see yourself a little clearer

Oh, oh, oh, oh
But when you breathe on me
I go misty