I separate the rights, the wrongs,
the words, the songs, and now
the mirror is the place where I find you and me, and now
I'm trying hard to discover all that lies behind
The memories of different times
I'm making sure that they were fine

I fall asleep for the day
There's a birthmark in the corner
There's a graveyard in my house
I fall asleep
There's a tombstone in my writing
There's a graveyard in my words

There's something going on in here
I fear to let it pass
Now that I've lost the thrill,
I don't feel any pain
And now I am untouchable and I can wait
I concentrate on all the things that lie behind
The memories of different times
I'm making sure that they were fine

I fall asleep for the day
There's a birthmark in the corner
There's a graveyard in my house
I fall asleep
There's a tombstone in my writing
There's a graveyard in my words

Trying desperately to find the rights,
the wrongs, the songs, and now
I'm staring at my hands
then watch the hands of a watch, and now
The [bad word] back
It laughs at me, it spins, it grins, it's me
The place where I find you and me
I see that all that lies behind is fine
different time, it's mine, I'm fine,
I spin, I grin, and that is where the songs begin