Half of What
The shape of your head
Is a twist of the truth,
The skulls on these walls,
Are they connected to you?
The stars are like eyes
Climbing out of a mist,
The temperatures rise
Like an easter morning sun,
Its not something you learn
Its just something you do,
And sometimes I wonder
Whether my other half is you.
Cause I am only half, of what I am,
And half of that is what, the lies can do,
Where the rest is, I don't know,
And I'm not sure if I want to know.
Back on my own, it took me this long,
To scale to the top of this
(grassy/misty) mountain side you're on,
But now I can see
Where its all been leading to,
The skulls on these walls,
How they're connected to you,
Walking with you down a slippery slope,
And you said, "If I was the sun,
You'd be the world I'd shine onto."