The mirror and the window

 
And you’ve got many little brothers and sisters
Waiting on shop shelves
You let the sunshine come in
And keep the cold and the rain outside
Stones and footballs are your natural enemies but you
Take revenge upon barefoot walkers and wheels
But in the evening when the candles burn
You betray the world outside and you reflect my room
But every little crack
And tiny piece of dirt
Are black specks on your soul
 
Well if I break you inside you’ll be pieces of carpet
And if I break you in the garden, you’ll be pieces of grass