You walk through a valley of chrome
A place that you used to call home
The air tastes like copper and salt
Your memory comes to a halt
Look in the twisted mirror glass
Watching the ghost of the seasons pass
One side is gold and the other is grey
Chasing a world that is slipping away
You ride on a scale made of jade
Through forests where colors all fade
The monsters are wearing a mask
To answer a question you dare not ask
Look in the twisted mirror glass
Watching the ghost of the seasons pass
One side is gold and the other is grey
Chasing a world that is slipping away
You find an old coin in the dirt
A jagged old scar and a shirt
The river runs backward in time
A mountain you're longing to climb
Look in the twisted mirror glass
Watching the ghost of the seasons pass
One side is gold and the other is grey
Chasing a world that is slipping away
The coffee is cold in the pot
The battle is all that you got
Sift through the ash and the bone
Walking this long road alone
You touch a cold surface of steel
Searching for something that's real
The reflection is starting to break
A heavy and permanent ache
Look in the twisted mirror glass
Watching the ghost of the seasons pass
One side is gold and the other is grey
Chasing a world that is slipping away
Just a crack in the pane
Wash it all down with the rain
Yeah, just a crack in the glass.
