Reflections on a Broken Mirror - Chris Robinson Brotherhood

Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl

Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls

Well I ain’t no modern masterpiece

A new surrealist movement in the key of G

Ooh ooh ooh oooh

Ooh ooh ooh oooh

Well, my baby loves me like an autoharp

Well, she plucks my mind and she strums my heart

Yeah, but we’re both victims of gravity

She shall never fly away from me

Well you can tell by looking I’m not like the rest

Sometimes a broken mirror reflects back the best

So won’t you look inside my Chinese box

Where you hold the key to every lock

It’s made of old chestnut and a lacquer top

Yeah, but once you start you can never stop

Ooh ooh ooh oooh

Ooh ooh ooh oooh

Well you can tell by looking I’m not like the rest

Sometimes a broken mirror reflects back the best

A vagabond child has come back home

A walk through the clouds in a sky the color of stone

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