Elevator Reflections

(hmmmm-mmm) Looking in the camera,

everything is polished bright

Boutique window shopping in the middle of the night

But the glass is shifting,

changing what I see inside

All this heavy luxury is just a place to hide

I'm leaning back against the elevator wall

Security camera watching over it all Gold chains heavy,

but the confidence is paper-thin Staring at my own reflection,

wondering where to begin Wait—the stranger in the mirror steps right off

the glass

Leaves me standing solo as the seconds pass He walks out of

the frame into the cold dark street Left my shadow behind,

now the silence is sweet

Standing by the boutique,

mannequin is staring back High fashion,

empty pockets, trying not to crack Then he walks back in,

steps right back into the pane Takes his place inside the mirror,

washes out the pain Yeah,

he's back (okay)

Looking in the camera,

everything is polished bright

Boutique window shopping in the middle of the night

But the glass is shifting,

changing what I see inside All this heavy luxury is just a

place to hide

Just a place to hide

(yeah) Staring at the glass