Face In The Glass

I heard you like radish and beets That's the word on the street It's not your burden to beat Don't trust the word on the street Haven't you heard the news Haven't you read the script There's no one left To kiss my finger tips Oh no Oh no Oh no You wire the alarm down from my ears to my feet Alarmingly warm and warmer each time we meet It's really no wonder it's no big feat I no longer hear the word on the street Hands hover when I place in the trash Eyes low avert the face in the glass Shoulders covered make the days go fast I know based on what I've asked I no longer have to look at the face in the glass Even though I've ridden in your car I still don't know what you are You're my friend from afar Fragments of a dying star How do you take the heat How do you keep it discrete Don't you know you've Had my soul to eat Oh no Oh no Oh no Your body reminds me of a saxophone I've been looking for a place to call my own Wouldn't you like to go Wouldn't you like to stay There's still the time to do things once your way Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah See the sorrow pouring from my lips See the fog parting 'round some distant shit None other could face the task Of holding their gaze as I take off a mask And shed a tear as I place in the past The fear to face the face in the glass I know based on that I asked I no longer have to look at the face in the glass