In the End

In the end we're all panes of glass that see the same things differently in the end

On the wall we're all shadows walking up the stair-ing at the writing on the wall

At the door we're all trespassing through a mirage only we can see at the door

By the way we're all wings of birds brushing leaves in sight of the long view by the way

Heart to heart hand to hand eye to eye

Up the stairs in the water out the window through the woods

In the trees out the door underground in the end

On the wall in the mirror by the way in the end

We're all panes of glass that see the same things differently in the end