With every sun that sets I am feeling more
Like a stranger on a foreign shore
With an eroding beach disappearing from underneath.
And when my mirror speaks it never minces words
Because these eyes don't shine half as bright.
As they used to do and they haven't for quite a while.
Because I'm a man who hides from all that binds
And a mess of fading lines.
And there's a tangled thread inside my head
With nothing on either end.
I always fall in love with an open door
With a horizon on an endless sea.
As I look around the ones who were standing right in
Front of me.
And then my mirror speaks with irreverence
Like a soldier I can't command.
It sees a child in the body of a full-grown man.
And he's a man who hides from all that binds
And a mess of fading lines.
And there's a tangled thread inside his head
With nothing on either end.
There's nothing on either end...
A new position for a different view
And nothing changes but the slightest hues.
And I am standing face to face.
With a man who hides from all that binds
And a mess of fading lines.
And there's a tangled thread inside his head
With nothing on either end.
I'm a man who hides from all that binds
And a mess of fading lines.
And there's a tangled thread inside my head
With nothing on either end. (2X)
There's nothing on the ends.
No there's nothing on the ends...
