In The Presence Of Mirrors
P.M. Dawn Lyrics


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In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
Which is me, which is me, which is me

Impossible to tell whether he was there,
I can count his days in confusion
He went for a trip inside and he liked it there
I wonder if he'll ever be back
(Will he ever come back? )

Impossible sets the world for a man to commute
But from his point of view, it's untrue (so untrue)
A likely story I heard before so I'll paint it black
I read it but it's about as black as white (black as white)
(Face to face)

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
Which is me, which is me, which is me

My first trip inside I met someone I never met before
I enjoyed his company so everyday I'd stop to say hello
One day I took him with me and inside we had a ball
So I asked him if he'd like to come here everyday
(Just to come with me, baby)

The next day I just couldn't find him and I didn't wonder why
Till almost recently I didn't understand
Yesterday waves goodbye but she also likes to stare
Till I passed a mirror I couldn't figure out why
(Oh why oh why oh why? No)

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
Which is me, which is me, which is me

So outside one of us built a window to the other side
Now the flowers get upset when I take the short way
Holiness he holds on to with the holdest tightest love
So I wonder how he gets to ride my butterfly
(Butterfly)

But even if he wanted to, as sad as the wind,
So I wonder why his smile is upside down all the time
See horses make me laugh at times as does the wind
But none of them get to see me anymore
(No oh no no no)

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you




In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
Which is me, which is me, which is me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to P.M. Dawn's song "In The Presence Of Mirrors" are a reflection on the self and others, and how they intertwine through shared experiences. The repeating line "In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you / Which is me, which is me, which is me" highlights the idea that our perception of ourselves is often a reflection of the people we interact with, the environments we find ourselves in, and the experiences we have.


The verses provide a surreal narrative, full of wordplay and abstract imagery. The first verse describes someone going "for a trip inside" and not knowing if they'll ever come back. This could refer to a spiritual journey, a psychedelic experience, or simply a metaphor for introspection. The second verse tells the story of meeting someone new on a trip inside, and enjoying their company so much that the singer brings them back with them. However, this new companion disappears and leaves the singer questioning their own identity.


The chorus ties these ideas together, suggesting that we see ourselves more clearly when we see ourselves reflected in others, whether that be in a physical mirror or through the people we know. The final verse adds another layer, with a mysterious figure holding onto "holiness" with "the holdest tightest love". It's unclear who this figure is or what they represent, but they seem to have access to the singer's inner world, riding their "butterfly" and showing up in mirrors.


Overall, "In The Presence Of Mirrors" invites the listener to reflect on how the people and experiences we encounter shape our sense of self, and how interconnected our inner and outer worlds truly are.


Line by Line Meaning

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
When I look in the mirror, I see myself but also see reflections of you.


Which is me, which is me, which is me
It's hard to tell which reflection is me and which is you.


Impossible to tell whether he was there,
It's unclear if he was really there or just a figment of my imagination.


I can count his days in confusion
I'm unsure of how long he was around or if he even existed.


He went for a trip inside and he liked it there
He went on a journey within himself and enjoyed it.


I wonder if he'll ever be back (Will he ever come back?)
I'm unsure if that version of myself will return.


Impossible sets the world for a man to commute
The world can be confusing and hard to navigate.


But from his point of view, it's untrue (so untrue)
But from his perspective, things may not be as they seem.


A likely story I heard before so I'll paint it black
I've heard this story before so I'm hesitant to believe it.


I read it but it's about as black as white (black as white)
The story remains unclear and doesn't make sense to me.


My first trip inside I met someone I never met before
When I first went on a journey within myself, I met a version of myself that I hadn't met before.


I enjoyed his company so everyday I'd stop to say hello
I liked being around that version of myself and would check in on him daily.


So I asked him if he'd like to come here everyday (Just to come with me, baby)
I asked that version of myself if he wanted to stick around and come with me on my daily journeys within myself.


The next day I just couldn't find him and I didn't wonder why
The next day, that version of myself was gone and I didn't question where he went.


Till almost recently I didn't understand
It took me a while to realize that he was just a part of me and not a separate entity.


Yesterday waves goodbye but she also likes to stare
The past is gone but still lingers in my mind.


Till I passed a mirror I couldn't figure out why (Oh why oh why oh why? No)
It wasn't until I looked in the mirror that I understood that version of myself was just a reflection of me.


So outside one of us built a window to the other side
To try to connect with that version of myself, I built a metaphorical window.


Now the flowers get upset when I take the short way
The journey within myself isn't always easy and shortcuts can have consequences.


Holiness he holds on to with the holdest tightest love
That version of myself holds onto his purity and goodness tightly.


So I wonder how he gets to ride my butterfly (Butterfly)
I'm curious how that version of myself is able to ride on my metaphorical butterfly, or journey within myself.


But even if he wanted to, as sad as the wind,
Even if that version of myself wanted to come back, it might not be possible.


So I wonder why his smile is upside down all the time
I'm puzzled by why that version of myself always seems sad.


See horses make me laugh at times as does the wind
Sometimes things in the world can make me happy, like horses or the wind.


But none of them get to see me anymore (No oh no no no)
But that version of myself no longer exists and can't experience these things with me.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Written by: ATTRELL STEPHEN JR. CORDES

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In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
Which is me, which is me, which is me
Impossible to tell whether he was there,
I can count his days in confusion
He went for a trip inside and he liked it there
I wonder if he'll ever be back
(Will he ever come back? )
Impossible sets the world for a man to commute
But from his point of view, it's untrue (so untrue)
A likely story I heard before so I'll paint it black
I read it but it's about as black as white (black as white)
(Face to face)
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
Which is me, which is me, which is me
My first trip inside I met someone I never met before
I enjoyed his company so everyday I'd stop to say hello
One day I took him with me and inside we had a ball
So I asked him if he'd like to come here everyday
(Just to come with me, baby)
The next day I just couldn't find him and I didn't wonder why
Till almost recently I didn't understand
Yesterday waves goodbye but she also likes to stare
Till I passed a mirror I couldn't figure out why
(Oh why oh why oh why? No)
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
Which is me, which is me, which is me
So outside one of us built a window to the other side
Now the flowers get upset when I take the short way
Holiness he holds on to with the holdest tightest love
So I wonder how he gets to ride my butterfly
(Butterfly)
But even if he wanted to, as sad as the wind,
So I wonder why his smile is upside down all the time
See horses make me laugh at times as does the wind
But none of them get to see me anymore
(No oh no no no)
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
Which is me, which is me, which is me.



All comments from YouTube:

wolfatnight

never got into much rap/hiphop.... but these guys transcend genres... I'm a 41 year old hard rock/metal guy, and think that these guys are brilliant... music unites

Míchele Cobré

Rap and hip hop are not the same

Victoria Kalumbi

I totally agree with you

RockoJulian

This is one of the few hip hop albums that is strong enough to bring tears with impression. A masterpiece at its time and it's a shame that this album didn't earn the full recognition it deserved.

Sandra Weilbrenner

These gentlemen had spirituality inside them , nobody can ever be them ever. Most important band ever.

herostatus

"In the presence of mirrors, I come face to face with you. Which is me?" That line alone is profound as hell.

Ronnie Gill

I agree! This song always makes me cry& think of my past wen I was happy!!

Benjamin Hall

PM Dawn is one of the most under-rated artists of the 90s!

alanjohn

What an amazing album,still sends shivers up the spine to this day..RIP

Daniel Kamensky

Love the album but this has to be my favourite song, it's a great melody

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