Mirror, mirror on the wall

Make me skinny, make me tall

Man on the moon,

melt my melancholy world

Please make my dreams come true

Sand man, dear sand man

Wisk me away into ecstasy

To the dream I have fashioned to my fancy

To a world of slumber we shall soar

A place built on happy endings

And wishes fulfilled

This Prozac nation is crawling at my skin

Cutting at my flesh, exposing the core

To this nation built on lust and lies,

What such day would bring my world to life

What such dream we could collide

Oh mirror, mirror on the wall,

Please make me happy, please make it real

Man on the moon and my dream land sand man

I await your promise