The function of the psychoanalyst

Suppose I were to tell you that the meaning of dreams
Is not all that it seems and the ultimate truth is a lie
And you are just a puppet who can dance on a string
Do you feel anything?
Would you Laugh? Would you care? Would you cry?

But the meaning of life is a mystery, how can anyone disagree?
And the music of life is a symphony which we play in a minor key

I am a mirror. I am a mirror. Looking at me you see yourself
I am a mirror. I am a mirror. Every face is someone else
Look at me smile and you're the clown. And if I dance you turn around
Look in my eyes and see your tears until the music disappears

So if you are confused and don't know which way to go
You will certainly know from the moment we're living we die
And if it's all a crazy game you don't want to play
Tell me what can you say
It's a joke. It's the truth. It's a lie

But the meaning of life is a mystery that we don't understand so far
And the music of life is a rhapsody if you're happy the way that you are

I am a mirror. I am a mirror. Looking at me you see yourself
I am a mirror. I am a mirror. Every face is someone else
Look at me smile and you're the clown. And if I dance you turn around
Look in my eyes and see your tears until the music disappears
And the meaning of life is a mystery though we live it from day to day
But the music of live should be harmony so that anyone here can play

I am a mirror. I am a mirror. Looking at me you see yourself
I am a mirror. I am a mirror. Every face is someone else
Look at me smile and you're the clown. And if I dance you turn around
Look in my eyes and see your tears until the music disappears
I am a mirror. I am a mirror. Looking at me you see yourself
I am a mirror. I am a mirror. Every face is someone else
Look at me smile...
Look at me dance...
Look in my eyes...
...until the music disappears