Ah, come on, come on,
let me tell you all about it.
We've got all the time in the world.
That's good,
That's nice...
I've been dreaming up a storm lately
Over and over again
And now I can't stop,
can't stop...
Been dreaming about
mirrors.Millions of mirrors.
An endless army of mirrors out of control,
reflecting people to death.
To blindness and then death.
Oh and the mirrors
kept getting larger.
They kept growing... swelling...
They kept spreading out And
now I can't seem to stop them.
They're still growing and I can't
seem to stop them.
I have to keep filling them up,
I have to keep feeding them
And they're still getting
larger!And larger!!!
The mirrors have become vast
and beautiful
And very, very hungry.
Hungrier than I've ever been.
Too hungry.
I no longer have any control over what they show
me or what they see.
They decide themselves what they would like
to reflect.
They won't obey me!!!
They create a reflection and then I have to go out and find
the real thing that matches it.
And almost always when I put the
real thing in front of the mirrors
It's not nearly as beautiful as the reflection
that came first.
And at that point I have to destroy
the real thing
And go out looking again
until finally
I find another real thing,A thing that does match
what's inside the mirror
and which is truly worthy of the beautiful
re flection that came first.
But I almost never find it.
And the mirrors get
even hungrier.
Pretty soon now they're going to de
vour me.
They're going to swallow me up Piece by piece,Bit by bit, shiver by shiver,
tremble by tremble,Sliver and sliver and splinter by splinter...
But you can help me, please.
They want you, please.
They've given me your image.
Before I ever saw you they
gave me you image.
Please.I'd like to make you
one of my reflections
And feed you to the mirrors.
Please.
They only need one more to fill them up
And if it were you I feel that they would be
satisfied.As I would.
Please.You have such
a beautiful reflection...
Don't ever waste it.
Now....
YOUR PLACE OR MINE ?