Lyrics: © Juliane Honisch, March 2001 /  Music: © Kerstin Dröge, March 2001

C                                        G
From the mirror looking back at me
Dm                                              Am
is the face that launched a thousand ships
C                                          G
and the smile that in the glass I see
Am                                      Em
trembles nervously upon those lips.
C                                  G
And unlike my mirror image I
Em                                            F(9)
can hear sounds of dusky darkness fall.
C                                           G
Perhaps tonight will be the night I die
Am                                F(9)
fenced in by those mighty Trojan walls.

Choices were for others, not for me.
I was never asked my wish or will.
So an old man's wife I came to be
Golden toy to him, but faithful still,
till an honoured guest did touch my soul
taught me smiles that duly reached my eyes.
But my sweet smiles were not all he stole
For his love was reckless and not wise.

And again of me no one did ask
Whether I would want to start a war,
whether I'd fulfil my fate-set task,
whether I did truly wish for more.
Now the master of my fate is young.
He has brought me to the walls of Troy.
When the deeds of war are fin'lly sung
Who will call him selfish, lovesick boy?

Battle drums I hear within my mind
Fire arrows pierce me to the core.
Everyone is - like Cassandra - blind,
hatred lives on both sides of the door.
And the image in my mirror cries
Red-hot tears run down to wrinkling lips.
I've grown old while everybody dies
Am                                    F(9)       C
For the face that launched a thousand ships.