| I separate the rights, the wrongs
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| The words, the songs, and now
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| The mirror is the place where I find you and me, and now
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| I’m trying hard to discover all that lies behind
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| The memories of different times
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| I’m making sure that they were fine
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| I fall asleep for the day
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| There’s a birthmark in the corner
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| There’s a graveyard in my house
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| I fall asleep
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| There’s a tombstone in my writing
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| There’s a graveyard in my words
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| There’s something going on in here
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| I fear to let it pass
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| Now that I’ve lost the thrill
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| I don’t feel any pain
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| And now I am untouchable and I can wait
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| I concentrate on all the things that lie behind
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| The memories of different times
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| I’m making sure that they were fine
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| I fall asleep for the day
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| There’s a birthmark in the corner
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| There’s a graveyard in my house
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| I fall asleep
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| There’s a tombstone in my writing
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| There’s a graveyard in my words
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| Trying desperately to find the rights
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| The wrongs, the songs, and now
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| I’m staring at my hands
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| Then watch the hands of a watch, and now
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| The mirror’s coming back
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| It laughs at me, it spins, it grins, it’s me
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| The place where I find you and me
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| I see that all that lies behind is fine
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| A different time, it’s mine, I’m fine
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| I spin, I grin, and that is where the songs begin |