Texty: Ryan Adams. Pneumonia. Mirror, Mirror.

:
mirror, mirror
up on the wall in the back of her room
as i walk down the hall in the house where we stayed
tell me something about what i saw in the face of a man
who once felt it all but feels nothing today

knock knock
who's there
i don't know
i can't say
ask me tomorrow
i'll tell you again

oooo i'm tellin you now
i'm tellin you now
oooo i'm tellin you now
i'm tellin you now

trouble trouble
down in my hood where it's well understood
where they love when you're bad
and they hate when you're good
tell me something about who we are at the end of the day
when our souls become one but our lives separate