at the edge of a streetlight
in the still night air
you search for signs of passing
in the place we shared

all across the empty canyon
you test the scent that's on the wind
it feels electric
and it tastes so sweet
there is no sound as it begins

with no desire to leave this
and no desire to see this through
i dig inside a heart for the part
that held the road to you

you run down through the darker years
and your words die proud
maybe the mage has your ear
and he keeps your doubt

the eagle tree
is weathered by the sun
kept in cages carried for years
the cost of what you'd done

with no desire to leave this
and no desire to see this through
i dig inside a heart for the part
that held the road to you
and all that i can do now
is count the time gone by and stare
from the other side of the mirror

in shades of gray
is it so hard to say
did she take your hand
did you keep anything
that would still show the way?

mirror was originally slated to appear on gauge. it wasn't ready yet.