Museum

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 words

there's somthing going on in here
I fear to let it pass
now that the things lie behind
the memories of diferent 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 words

trying desperately to find the rights, the wrongs, the songs and now
I'm staring ar my 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 me is fine
a different time, it's mine I'm fine, I spin, I grin and that is where the songs begin