And Now - 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 house

I fall asleep

There’s a tombstone in my writing

There’s a graveyard in my words

There’s something going on in here

I fear to let it pass

Now that I’ve lost the thrill

I don’t feel any pain

And now I am untouchable and I can wait

I concentrate on all the things that lie 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 house

I fall asleep

There’s a tombstone in my writing

There’s a graveyard in my words

Trying desperately to find the rights

The wrongs, the songs, and now

I’m staring at my hands

Then watch the 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 is fine

A different time, it’s mine, I’m fine

I spin, I grin, and that is where the songs begin