I wanted her to see me in glory
In my hour of victory
I wanted her submission
I wanted an admission of defeat
I wanted her to see me triumphant
Glorious and radiant
Grovelling at my feet
Writhing in abject defeat

And now there's no-one left to be
Now there's nowhere left to see
No way to be free
After the death of the old enemy
After the death of the old enemy

She closed the door and left a mirror there
She cheated and left me standing here
Death and its finality
Reflecting my own mortality

She stands through the mirror
With a glass in her hand
Champagne on the piano
And a mouth full of sand