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 mirror's coming 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   A different time, it's mine, I'm fine,   I spin, I grin, and that is where the songs begin