The Locket

[Verse 1]
Newspaper pictures pinned to a wall in a room where a candle has melted away
Paperbacks open to page twenty-one, a dozen ashtrays or perhaps a few more
Oh, over and over she sits just repeating her name
Oh, over and under her fingers in the locket chain

[Verse 2]
Photograph albums discarded and worn next to bibles that lay next to magazines
Deep velvet dresses all faded and creasеd in the pile of the cornеr by the mirror
Oh, over and over she sits just repeating his name
Oh, over and under her hair all caught up in the chain

[Chorus]
And she sings mirror me, mirror be something he is
Come step through the glass to my room
Mirror me, mirror be something he is
Jon come sing my tune

[Verse 3]
Build in the locket his face like a sixpence faded in white in the palm of her hand
Cleaning it now with a cuff of a blouse looking up as a tear stains, her sudden smile
Oh, over and over she sits just repeating her song
Oh, over and under her harmony stumbling along

[Chorus]
And she sings mirror me, mirror be something he is
Come step through the glass to my room
Mirror me, mirror be something he is
Jon come sing my

[Chorus]
Mirror me, mirror be something he is
Come step through the glass to my room
Mirror me, mirror be something he is
Jon come sing my tune