The lonelyness is hounting a very old man
Feeling so cold besides a coat he was 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