Testo Back Street Mirror

Back Street Mirror (Gene Clark) Corner bar, smoke filled room full of inclination I went down to some market street preachers for some inspiration And as my mind got face set to the window with exageration I thought I was falling through But I was told to be standing too And I felt about how hard it would be, being here without you Introduced to a butcher disguised in such blind elation Tried a Duchess of Sooth, who kept her booth selling quaint quotations As she complained of red haired dead losers causing her aggravation I talked about what our life could do To seek her eyes as to what I was seeing through And I felt about how hard it would be, being here without you Boarded in on the thirteenth floor of the Hotel Confusion I was asked 'Don't you think that your thoughts are only an illusion?' And as I looked to the street below from the lax typically simple exclusion I was stopped by the thought of you And not what I was thinking to do And I felt about how hard it would be, being here without you