Текст Elvis Costello – She Handed Me A Mirror

She handed me a mirror
That she had gazed upon
The glass still held an image
The glass still held an image

She handed me a mirror
Rather than tell me «no»
She let slip a handkerchief
Gentle laughter flowed
Just as her lips bestowed
A dashing word like «brother»
The crushing word like «friend»
If there was no beginning
How could this be the end?

She handed me a mirror
So I could recognise
The distance from my heart to hers
The distance from my heart to hers
The pity in her eyes
She liked my pretty story
I thanked her for her song
And then I wrote a tale not very long to tell
«You are much more than pretty. You are beautiful.»

She handed me mirror
But I saw her instead
She handed me a mirror