My Mirror Speaks - Death Cab for Cutie, Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla

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 a 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

As 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 ends

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

Well, 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