The door, still ajar
The door is ajar from afar
As you love all your little round mirrors
It's just a surrogate connection leaving you all alone
You can't seem to fill
The past stays in the past
You can hear bands practicing
And you cry then you lie your frail body down
See yourself reflected in one, there's a hole in the middle
See yourself reflected in one
It doesn't get too far, it's not a real star
And when you dream you dream of a day
Murdering your time in cold blood
Just to see quite the collection, divide by section
Like a penny on a railroad track
When you find something you could love half as much
Bring them home, watch them go
A shooting star is a little piece of
And even if they stay in touch
Twice as seriously as they could ever hope to do
And when they dream they all dream of somebody like you
Shoulder to shoulder, up on our tip-toes
Somebody who takes what they make
It's hardly even worth footnotes in your memoir
On the floor next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress
There you are and now you're coming to stay until
Chewing our fingers and craning our necks
Half as much as you love all your little round mirrors
But every time you crash a little bit harder than the last
Cosmic debris desperately wanting to fall to earth
As you love all your little round mirrors
You can find someone who will love you as much
There's a hole in the middle you can't seem to fill
And every time you crash don't you
All you know is you hope they'll hurry back
Wanna find something you could love
