Lyrics:

Time to plan where the bugles coming from
Just look to me have some ancient sleep
Dug inside the coat pulled out a crumpled note
Technology they put on your anti-gun

So ya search the rooms
Of the stairway of your mind
Till you reach the Mirror Room
Expecting what you'll find
Exactly what you are
Not what you want to be
I'll say
Hey
Well
That's alright by me

You pox me up
Don't wanna take a friend
Leave it to me
The hands will see your hand
Didn't understand
Just took him by the hand
Took him to the cool place of the plan

(Repeat 2nd verse)

Feelings is goodbye
You've been searching for days
I remember Christmas Eve
The space craft get away
Feel a little rodent
He really loves me
My Friend in New York and the best DJ

(Chorus x2

So ya search the rooms
Of the stairway of your mind
Till you reach the Mirror Room
Expecting what you'll find
Exactly what you are
Not what you want to be
I'll say
Hey
Well
That's alright by me
(x3)