Third Page Video (MV)

I stood on the dock and whispered
And hoped that you would hear
And the water lapped beneath me
And I knew you could see me
As I wrung my hands and disappeared

And every day I am reminded
That I really am alone
The future seems so distant
And God, am I resistant
To any change that goes unknown

I miss you like a phantom limb
I see you in my mirror-box
Third-page, carbon copy paper
Cut out in the shape of a loss

And I'm getting tired of breaking ground
I'm getting tired of breaking down

I went out into the sunlight
And breathed in the bitter dream
The world was moving on
While I was all but gone
And I was crying myself clean

I miss you like a phantom limb
I see you in my mirror-box
Third-page, carbon copy paper
Cut out in the shape of a loss

My phantom pain's returning
I'm all up and down and out
Third-page, carbon copy paper
Your daughter, without a doubt

I'm getting tired of breaking ground
I'm getting tired of breaking down
I'm getting tired of breaking ground
I'm getting tired of breaking down