MIRROR
And I walk and I talk, an easy squeezy doll
Smiling like a reptile, got no feelings at all
And I try and I cry, a big, big little man
Living like a question no-one understands

Run to the sun, run, run, run
Run to the sun, run, run, run
Run to the sun, a slave of fame
Run, run, run before you’re caught out again

And I cheat and I keep a dicey pricey roll
Playing like a hustler with a pool cue for a soul
And I stop and I drop the Cheap Trick names of Love
Lying like a gambler who says he’s had enough

Run to the sun, run, run, run
Run to the sun, run, run, run
Run to the sun, a slave of fame
Run, run, run before you’re caught out again

Run to the sun, run, run, run
Run to the sun, run, run, run
Run to the sun, a slave of fame
Run, run, run before you’re caught out again

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) D & G Music 1993.