Elder Mirror کے بول

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