Stumbling past your house baby

At the break of day

I thought I saw your silhouette

Dancing across the shade

And I went out to the mission

And I called and called your name

Till an angel with a face like yours

Came down and let me in

I 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

And I spilled you on a mirror

And I chopped you into lines

And over some old kitchen sink

I swore I’d let you die

I thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine

In a bottle in a 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

Dog-eared things I read

Worn out movie stars

In faded limousines

And I battle through my own charades

Of coffee cups and clowns

I can’t keep up with parades

I keep falling down

I 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

In a storefront, in a picture, on an old broken TV

I swear it was you staring back at me