1997 - Mirror Talk

Started to recede

When the winter reached the peak

Oh I want more

All that perfect heat

Corners calling me

Oh I want more

Started to believe

In the scriptures of the street

Oh I want more

All that perfect past

But nothing quite so good ever really lasts

Didn't see your mask

And it takes me back ooh

And it takes me back ooh

And it takes me back ooh

To you to you

Started on the beat

Down by the bowery

Oh I want more

Million dollar dreams

I ain't got no money

Oh I want more

Thought you'd given up

You were done with throwing stuff

But I wanted more

All that precious past

I think when you move on you can never go back

Then I hear you laugh

And it takes me back ooh

And it takes me back ooh

And it takes me back ooh

To you to you

And it takes me back ooh

And it takes me back ooh

And it takes me back ooh

To you to you

Back to the one in the nine

To the end of days and wasted times

You call me up gonna hear me lie

For I go wrong and say goodnight

Oh

And it takes me back ooh

And it takes me back ooh

And it takes me back ooh

To you to you

And it takes me back ooh

And it takes me back ooh

And it takes me back ooh

To you to you