Вершы: Rosanne Cash. Mirror Image.

A cold night and the wind keeps blowin'
A cold heart here but no one knows it
I look at you and I see myself
Down that lonely road

A woman frozen and a man still on fire
The crime of fear and the pain of desire
You and me and the mirror between us
That begs to explode

No one feels better now, no one really tries
No one gets to the truth past these eyes

Old memories linger still
A cup of coffee and a dollar bill
Lay on the table like a fortune waiting
For us to read

But no news seeps in today
The old blues decide to stay
No passion breaks this train running
Through my mind

No one feels better now, no one really cares
No one takes time to look they just stare
No one feels better now, no one makes it through
No one gets past these eyes to the truth