Are those things not much correct today and be part of the bad?
Things towards me with no mitigating, circumstances here
Half the world is watching me, hoping that I’ll let go
Well, for nine days a small moth has tried to escape our bedroom
A silhouette behind, the milky white drapes
Fluttering in vain with dreams of freedom
Half the world is watching me hoping that I’ll let go
Half the world is watching me, try to find my way home
Take your loss across the world
Kissing lips as cold as silver
Never love too much too soon
Faces we forget to include
I know you have not been well
And it’s much too late to repel
Do not know the half of it
Can only wish that you will forget
Are those things not much correct today and be part of the bad?
Things toward me with no mitigating, circumstances so
Took her down with me to see the sight before the morning light
From my willful way upon her breast, encompassed, not impressed