| Song | Tragic Mirror |
| Artist | Sondre Lerche |
| Album | Phantom Punch |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lerche | |
| Here's a man, his own tragic mirror | |
| capable of such crimes he is scared | |
| to look at himself too long at a time. | |
| Here's a man, his own wrapped up worry | |
| thinking he will do wrong very shortly. | |
| The answer remains locked up in his head. | |
| And charity plays a game with your head | |
| it gets to you now, it gets to you now | |
| and charity plays away with your head | |
| it gets to you now, it gets to you now. | |
| Somehow you've got to smarten up | |
| and act like nothing's ever gonna break you | |
| break you, break your mirror in two. | |
| Here's a man aware of his defects | |
| such a sensitive soul such a rebel | |
| capable of detecting his flaws. | |
| Here's a man self righteous, self pitying | |
| nursing losses and pain and inflicting guilt | |
| that should keep them busy for days. | |
| And charity plays a game with your head | |
| it gets to you now, it gets to you now | |
| and vanity takes your dog for a walk | |
| it gets to you now, it gets to you now. | |
| Somehow youve got to smarten up | |
| and act like nothing's ever gonna | |
| break you, break you, break your mirror in two. | |
| Here's a man really worth the attention | |
| so mature but so dumb. | |
| In broad daylight the answer remains locked up in his head | |
| it's blowing around somewhere in his head. |
| zuo qu : Lerche | |
| Here' s a man, his own tragic mirror | |
| capable of such crimes he is scared | |
| to look at himself too long at a time. | |
| Here' s a man, his own wrapped up worry | |
| thinking he will do wrong very shortly. | |
| The answer remains locked up in his head. | |
| And charity plays a game with your head | |
| it gets to you now, it gets to you now | |
| and charity plays away with your head | |
| it gets to you now, it gets to you now. | |
| Somehow you' ve got to smarten up | |
| and act like nothing' s ever gonna break you | |
| break you, break your mirror in two. | |
| Here' s a man aware of his defects | |
| such a sensitive soul such a rebel | |
| capable of detecting his flaws. | |
| Here' s a man self righteous, self pitying | |
| nursing losses and pain and inflicting guilt | |
| that should keep them busy for days. | |
| And charity plays a game with your head | |
| it gets to you now, it gets to you now | |
| and vanity takes your dog for a walk | |
| it gets to you now, it gets to you now. | |
| Somehow youve got to smarten up | |
| and act like nothing' s ever gonna | |
| break you, break you, break your mirror in two. | |
| Here' s a man really worth the attention | |
| so mature but so dumb. | |
| In broad daylight the answer remains locked up in his head | |
| it' s blowing around somewhere in his head. |
| zuò qǔ : Lerche | |
| Here' s a man, his own tragic mirror | |
| capable of such crimes he is scared | |
| to look at himself too long at a time. | |
| Here' s a man, his own wrapped up worry | |
| thinking he will do wrong very shortly. | |
| The answer remains locked up in his head. | |
| And charity plays a game with your head | |
| it gets to you now, it gets to you now | |
| and charity plays away with your head | |
| it gets to you now, it gets to you now. | |
| Somehow you' ve got to smarten up | |
| and act like nothing' s ever gonna break you | |
| break you, break your mirror in two. | |
| Here' s a man aware of his defects | |
| such a sensitive soul such a rebel | |
| capable of detecting his flaws. | |
| Here' s a man self righteous, self pitying | |
| nursing losses and pain and inflicting guilt | |
| that should keep them busy for days. | |
| And charity plays a game with your head | |
| it gets to you now, it gets to you now | |
| and vanity takes your dog for a walk | |
| it gets to you now, it gets to you now. | |
| Somehow youve got to smarten up | |
| and act like nothing' s ever gonna | |
| break you, break you, break your mirror in two. | |
| Here' s a man really worth the attention | |
| so mature but so dumb. | |
| In broad daylight the answer remains locked up in his head | |
| it' s blowing around somewhere in his head. |