Lyrics
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
'Cause these eyes don't shine half as bright
As they used to do and they haven't for quite a while

'Cause 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 the 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 frightened 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 the 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

'Cause 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
There's nothing on the ends
No, there's nothing on the ends
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I look in the mirror at my scratched up arms and thighs. Nothing's holding me down anymore. And everything that I ever had is corroding away. Family dying away. Friends leaving, away. All that's left is a rope. Nothing secures better end. But it's better than the string inside my head. I look at the rope lying on my bed. There's already a perfect loop tied. I think I feel a single tear slide down my cheek but I'm not sure. The man in my mirror looks just as broken as me. I walk away from the rope, and pull on some clothes. I grab the rope and put it in my garbage can. I don't even have a rope left. Maybe the string in my mind is gone too. Maybe everything I thought I would ever have or want is gone. But now I know there will always be something. I've always had it. And you will always have it too. And even though my mirror speaks. And tells me how ugly and fat I am. And even though the mirror in my mind tells me everything I do wrong, I will always look to that something left. And you have it too, but only if you choose. Only if fate allows it. If you believe in fate. You have tomorrow.