The lonelyness is hounting a very old man
Feeling so cold besides a coat he has borrowed
A dear old friend of chily endless nights
A place so close to me, yet so far from here now
I spit my thoughts against my elder mirror
A place so close to me, yet so far from here now
I spit my thoughts against my elder mirror
My life is lacking a sense of value
Not even a shabby coat
he wore through his low life
The same old thought again,
the same ancient story
My life is playing on my elder mirror
I spit my thoughts against my elder mirror