Songtexte:
Who The Mirror Door

Mirror Door? Oh, will there be music or will there be war? Will we be rich, or will we be poor? Who will walk through the Mirror Door? The Mirror Door The Mirror Door

Übersetzung: Wer, der. Durch den Spiegel.

the mirror door Will there be music, or will there be war Will we be rich, or will we be poor Who will walk through the mirror door Who will walk through the mirror door

the mirror door Will there be music, or will there be war Will we be rich, or will we be poor Who will walk through the mirror door Who will walk through the mirror door

juice, Jerry juice. On the dance floor. You take me home and you're looking to make a score. You left the grease on the handle of my door. Just wait

If truth will be told when the winds blow cold They are warning you to beware No the wild cannot be tamed Keeper of the flame We wondered what devil is this Who

are glad you made it. Now, your new album Fevers and Mirrors, tell us a little bit about the title. I notice there is a good deal of repeated imagery in the lyrics. Fevers, mirrors

not the way you're stretched out on the floor `Cause I've broken all your windows and I've rammed through all your doors And who am I to ask you to lick

on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror