You need me to make you feel attractive, I want you to shine and tie my shoes
in our dreams we could be more interactive, anything to keep us amused
A fumble in the dark is so romantic, try to make your mark in virgin clay
when your heart was beating fast and frantic, time was busy ticking away

And I caught you kissing the mirror when you thought you were on your own
I caught you kissing the mirror now you'll never be alone...

We live in an age of moral panic, everywhere you go you'll stand accused
so repressed, regressed or hyper-manic, ritually scarred and abused
I preferred you young and green and sweeter, you were more controlled in what you said
in our day there was no cheap nostalgia, people weren't so easily led

Then I caught you kissing the mirror when you thought you were on your own
I caught you kissing the mirror, now you'll never be alone, kissing the mirror...

And I've never felt so detached when "no" became "perhaps"
and I've never felt so exposed when you froze, you froze
and all that goodwill went up your nose...

And I caught you kissing the mirror when you thought you were on your own
I caught you kissing the mirror, now you'll never be alone
I caught you kissing the mirror when you thought you were on your own
I caught you kissing the mirror, now you'll never be alone, kissing the mirror
kissing the mirror, kissing the mirror, kissing the mirror...

© 1999 Words and Music by David Fisher

Musicians

Tim Bradshaw
Acoustic Guitar, Organ

Peter Bruntnell
Pedal Steel Guitar

David Fisher
Lead and Backing Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Martin Gregory
Drums

Martyn Swain
Bass

Chris Watts
Electric Guitars, Backing Vocals