When a man of my age
shaves his face in the morning
Who is it that stares back and greets him?
The ghost of his father long
dead all these years?
Or the boy that he was
still wet in the ears?
Or the terrible sum of all of his fears
In the eyes of this stranger who meets him?
So his glance rarely strays
from his chin or his jawline
To face up to the truth of his soul
It's the eyes he avoids
so afraid to acknowledge
Something strange unexpected out of control
There are times when a man
needs to brave his reflection
And face what he sees without fear
It takes a man to accept his mortality
Or be surprised by the presence of a tear
It was only an arrangement
a practical arrangement
I forgot the first commandment
of the realists handbook
Don't be fooled by illusions
you created yourself
And fall in love with someone
when she loves someone else
Like a covering of snow on a winter's night
It glistens and it sparkles in the moonlight
But its gone by the morning how quickly it melts
You still love her but she loves someone else
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And where does that leave you?
You self-styled man of vision
You feel stupid you feel angry
are you losing your mind?
To destroy the one she loves
does that become your mission?
Like a pantomime villain
with an axe to grind?
To regain your self-respect
hold your head up like a man
Use the ice around your heart
before it melts
But you're not fooling anybody
you're only fooling yourself
Like a covering of snow on a winters night
It glistens and it sparkles in the moonlight
But it's gone by the morning how quickly it melts
You still love her but she loves someone else...