It's me o'clock
When I'm talking to the mirror.
There is no one behind me
But I was the bearer.
It would be foolish to say
I'm stuck in a storm
When the dials are slower
To which I perform.
The ghost of something
Seemed to haunt me down.
When I was watching my back,
How else would I frown!
Keep watching! Keep watching!
Seasons would change.
The ghost would disappear
But still... it's strange!
I would still feel it
Because it's me.
It's me o'clock
When I'm talking to the mirror.
