Suppose I were to tell you that the meaning of dreams
Is not all that it seems
And the ultimate truth is a lie.
And you are just a puppet who can dance on a string.

Do you feel anything?
Would you laugh?  Would you care?  Would you cry?

But the meaning of life is a mystery, how can anyone disagree?
And the music of life is a symphony which we play in a minor key.

I am a mirror.  I am a mirror.
Looking at me you see yourself
I am a mirror.  I am a mirror.
Every face is someone else.
Look at me smile and you´re the clown.
And if I dance you turn around.
Look in my eyes and see your tears
Until the music disappears.

So if you are confused and don´t know which way to go.

You will certainly know.
From the moment we´re living we die.
And if it´s all a crazy game you don´t want to play
Tell me what you can say.
It´s a joke.  It´s the truth.  It´s a lie.

But the meaning of life is a mystery that we don´t understand so far.
And the music of life is a rhapsody if you´re happy the way that you are.

I am a mirror.  I am a mirror.
Looking at me you see yourself.
I am a mirror.  I am a mirror.
Every face is someone else.
Look at me smile and you´re the clown.
And if I dance you turn around.

Look in my eyes and see your tears.
Until the music disappears.

And the meaning of life is a mystery though we live it from day to day.
But the music of live should be harmony so that anyone here can play.

I am a mirror.  I am a mirror.
Looking at me you see yourself.
I am a mirror.  I am a mirror.
Every face is someone else.
Look at me smile and you´re the clown.
And if I dance you turn around.
Look in my eyes and see your tears.
Until the music--

I am a mirror.  I am a mirror.

Looking at me you see yourself.
I am a mirror.  I am a mirror.
Every face is someone else.
Look at me smile....
Look at me dance....
Look in my eyes....
Until the music disappears.
Yeah....