Lyrics for "Lady of the Mirror"

You want me to be your hero
To come boldly save your soul
But you wouldn’t take this hand and
Will not tell which way you’ll go

Must I chase your holy ghost now
The very virgin to her bed
My shoeless horses are long gone
Will I reach you when I’m dead?

Sweet lady of the mirror
Mother Saint of all the mist
I don’t wish to be your jailor
All I wish is to be kissed

In this royal game of guesses
You set out to be the queen
Will you have me be the joker
When the joke is on me

O, holy bird of the horizon
Must I pay my sins in blood
I did not pick the apple
My fault is to be made of mud

Sweet lady of the mirror
Mother Saint of all the mist
I don’t wish to be your jailor
All I wish…

Sweet lady of the mirror
Mother Saint of all the mist
I don’t wish to be your jailor
All I wish is to be kissed