I'm up in the morning The day is still dawning But I'm hanging up from the ceiling I can see myself breathing What a strange way to live A passerby's life What a strange way to see Time passing by You've been cutting your fingers Too many a mirror But the hurting is over Or at least that's what you figured What a strange way to die In another man's coat What a strange way to see Another man's ghost What a strange way to die In another man's coat What a strange way to see Another man's ghost