Half Life

It’s It’s not like I want it back again

It’s not like I want the sky to open

And rain down in visions of black again

But now that the sun has finally broken through

There’s not a lot I can do

There’s not a lot I can do

The Sky is perfectly blue

The wind comes, whips the trees bare again

The wind comes, invoking secrets of the form

And part of me wants to be there again

Restless, naked, howling for the dawn

I’m not invoking a storm

I’m not invoking a storm

The air is perfectly warm

It’s not like I want it back again

Chaos can find another lover

It’s not like I’m wearing all black again

The days come sweet, but are they cutting through?

There’s not a lot I can do

There’s not a lot I can do

The sky is perfectly blue

If it’s not Love

Then make it Pain

Not some sort of half life

I can’t explain

And if it’s peace

Then make it real

Not this sort of numbness

That I cannot feel

Take all my love but leave me my fears

This sort of half life bores me to tears

So bring me rapture

And bring me bliss

Or take it all away

But don’t leave me this

It’s not like I want it back again

It’s not like I want my heart ripped open

In some sort of vicious attack again

But now that the sun has finally broken through

There’s not a lot I can do

There’s not a lot I can do

The sky is perfectly blue

The sky is perfectly blue