These are doors without anyone inside
counting on the seasons
you could feel as though you've got nothing left to hide
put down your cross for the ocean
 
youve got your mirror
breaking it you can see much clearer
 
the divide between anything you knew
and what they consider reality
put down your cross for the ground covered in leaves
bringing forth brighter reward
 
youve got your mirror
the image blurs as you get/come nearer
 
youve got your mirror
make a wish as you dissappear
 
common sense willed the pedestrian
left behind on the decline