Chris Robinson Brotherhood - Reflections On A Broken Mirror lyrics

Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls Well I ain't no modern masterpiece A new surrealist movement in the key of G Ooh ooh ooh oooh Ooh ooh ooh oooh Well, my baby loves me like an autoharp Well, she plucks my mind and she strums my heart Yeah, but we're both victims of gravity She shall never fly away from me Well you can tell by looking I'm not like the rest Sometimes a broken mirror reflects back the best So won't you look inside my Chinese box Where you hold the key to every lock It's made of old chestnut and a lacquer top Yeah, but once you start you can never stop Ooh ooh ooh oooh Ooh ooh ooh oooh Well you can tell by looking I'm not like the rest Sometimes a broken mirror reflects back the best A vagabond child has come back home A walk through the clouds in a sky the color of stone Ooh ooh ooh oooh Ooh ooh ooh oooh Ooh ooh ooh oooh Ooh ooh ooh oooh Ooh ooh ooh oooh Ooh ooh ooh oooh Ooh ooh ooh oooh Ooh ooh ooh oooh