I've Been Dreaming Up A Storm Lately

(All spoken by Jim Steinman)

Ah, come on
Come on
Let me tell you all about it
We got all the time in the world

That's good
That's nice

I've been dreaming up a storm lately
over and over again, now I can't stop, can't stop

Dreaming about mirrors
Millions of mirrors
An endless army of mirrors, out of control, reflecting people to death
To blindness and then death

On, the mirrors kept getting larger
They kept growing, swelling
They kept spreading out

And now I can't seem to stop them
They're still growing and I can't seem to stop them
I have to keep filling them up,
I have to keep feeding them,
And they still getting larger and larger

The mirrors have become vast and beautiful and very, very hungry
Hungrier than I've ever been
Too hungry
I no longer have any control over what they show me or what they see
They decide themselves what they would like to reflect
They won't obey me!

They create a reflection and then,
then I have to go out and find the real thing that matches it
And almost always when I put the real thing in front of the mirrors,
It is not nearly as beautiful as the reflection that came first
And at that point, I have to destroy the real thing, and go out looking again
Until finally, I find another real thing, a thing that does match what's inside the mirror
And is truely worthy of the beautiful reflection that came first

I almost never find it

And the mirrors get even hungrier
Pretty soon now they're going to devour me
They're going to swallow me up -
Piece by piece, bit by bit, shiver and shiver, tremble by tremble,
sliver by sliver, and splinter by splinter!

Ah but you can help me, please
They want you
They've given me your image, before I ever saw you they gave me your image, please

I'd like to make you one of my reflections and feed you to the mirrors
I only need one more to fill them up, and if it were you,
I feel that they would be satisfied, as I would be

You have such a beautiful reflection
Don't ever waste it

Now! Your place or mine?