歌词
In this room full of mirrors
Nothing appears how it seems
Refracted light, how it shimmers
Caught in the crossfire of myriad beams
But tonight of this I'm certain
Despite unspoken hostility
I'll dust my broom and my jacket
And you won't make a fool out of me
From the pan to the fire
Time takes its toll steadfastly
And those flames keep climbing higher
And the smoke makes it so hard to see
One more thing before I head out
I say this quite confidently
That your ways will all be found out
And you won't make a fool out of me
From the pan into the fire
Time takes its toll steadfastly
I'll dust my broom and my jacket
And you won't make a fool out of me
One more thing before I go out
And I say this quite confidently
That your tricks will all be found out
And you won't make a fool out of me
You won't make a fool out of me
You won't make a fool out of me