Lyrics:

Stumbling past your house baby
At the break of day
I thought I saw your silhouette
Dancing cross the shade
And I went down to the mission
I called and called your name
Till an angel with a face like yours
Came down and let me in

Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter
In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture on an old broken TV
I swear it was you staring back at me

I heard soldiers voices by the city gate
There were junkies lying on the ground
They made me look away
I spilled you in a mirror
I chopped you into lines
Over some old kitchen sing
I swore Id let you die

Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter
In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture on an old broken TV
I swear it was you staring back at me

Old radios and broken mirrors
Dogeared things I read
Worn out movie stars
In faded limousines
I stumble through my own charades
Coffee cups and clowns
I cant keep up with parades
I keep falling down

Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter
In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture on an old broken TV
I swear it was you staring back at me