[Introduction] Liquid Glass Liquid Glass By the antique store, I caught a reflection, in those lost items. I entered. A wizened gnome, He took my money, and I walked away, with Liquid Glass. [Pre-chorus] I'm the projection The sum of all my imperfections. [Chorus] Liquid Glass Mirror, on the wall Who is the most musical of them all? Once at home, Golden frame upon the wall, I drew a deep breath, to gaze at the shade ahead of me. Liquid Glass peeled away, lending me a view, of a perusing gaze, The ethereal figure, disturbed, she fled. [Pre-chorus] I'm the projection The sum of all my imperfections. [Chorus] Liquid Glass Mirror, on the wall Who is the most musical of them all? Looking for the figure, In the corner of the frame, she came back. Carrying an old mandolin! She passed me the instrument, And as I grasped the musical past, she laughed and I gasped! Liquid Glass Liquid Glass Liquid Glass
