Fog in the Mirror

There’s fog in the mirror
No reflection back from the glass
I can’t see the future
Only the past
There’s fog in the mirror
Double vanity, single bath
We could take a shower
Wait for the water to rise up
Our love would heat the pipes up
How would you like it
To be confused by a
Sad romantic
Looking for a muse?
I’m sorry to say
That’s the best that I can do
There’s fog in the mirror
With my fingers, I draw a map
Of a different time zone
Across an ocean
On an island
Where Irish eyes are smilin'
How would you like it
To be confused by a
Sad romantic
Looking for a muse?
I’m sorry to say
That’s the best that I can do
Let’s open a window
Pull the shades up and flip the latch
Just to let some steam out
That’s my best guess
What a hot mess
We were naked, now we’re full dressed
How would you like it
To be confused by a
Sad romantic
Tryin' to sing the blues?
I’m sorry to say
That’s the best that I can do