The reflection of the world is blues, that's where that part of the music is at. Then you got this other kind of music that's tryin' to come around.

Room Full Of Mirrors, that's more of a mental disarrangement. This says something about broken glass used to be all in my brain.

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.

Your people I do not understand, so to you I shall put an end, and you'll never hear surf music again.

Music is going to break the way because music is in a spiritual thing of its own. It's like the waves of the ocean. You can't just cut out the perfect wave and take it home with you.

As you well know, you just can't believe everything you see and hear, can you?