when mirrors forget how to reflect

i guess the fault was in all the promises made
spent days in the shade
following the yellow brick path you laid
and all the lines telling me to stay

and maybe hes right
that trains are beautiful
the first feat
in not using our feet

and that something amazing
could be made by me
if i put my heart to just about anything
....he can see the beauty

and maybe thats what makes him so lovely
the way he can love me
and the way he can see what no one else could see-
got bored and threw my heart out to sea

maybe thats when mirrors forgot how to reflect
and i learned more than to just deflect
and everything you say
means more than anyone i met

because its the first time ive ever heard someone say yes
and im not crazy,
just not at my best
that i just need to take a break and rest.