Standing in the corner room,
I straddle some fine line
God is on the one side
On the other sits my mind
The boundary's thin, but still it's there
Just like this skin that holds me in
An unwelcome separation
Like a sinner from his sin
I'm counting waves, now, can't you see?
Toes sinking deeper in soft sand
Looking deep at the reflection
Of the person that I am
Just who is staring back
From these eyes I know are mine
She's standing naked in the mirror
Holding out her fishing line
Won't know until I see 'em
But the glass, it isn't clear
Just who is speaking through me
From the depths I've come to fear
Are they myth or are they truth
Or maybe both in some strange way
I'm playing mortal to the Gods
A willing pawn inside their game
I'm counting waves, now, can't you see?
Toes sinking deeper in soft sand
Looking deep at the reflection
Of the person that I am
Just who is staring back
From these eyes I know are mine
She's standing naked in the mirror
Holding out her fishing line
Looking in, the dark is blinding
But your eyes, they will adjust
And those that dwell inside you
They'll begin to earn your trust
If you listen, they will teach you
With patience comes a silver lining
From the darkness you'll emerge
And see that everything is shining
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