THE MIRROR

The Moon shoots silver bullets throught my window
and the dogs are quiet tonight
the room is wrapped in silence
broken only by the beating of my heart
my thoughts are wandering
in the stillness of the night

I'm too old for the circus
and I'm too tired to cry
I got a ring on my finger
and a hole in my heart
dreaming with my eyes open wide
in the stillness of the night

darkness is the mirror
of the years I've spent with you
darknes is the mirror
now I have to pay my dues

darkness is the mirror
reflecting all the blues
darkness is the mirror
you know that I still love you
in the stillness of the night