and now

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