Half of the Days

I haven't been long enough to know
Heavenly days I am dying
Half of the days I'm gold
Sun-beat, lazy or I'm half lying

I run the maze of the town
They were selling up while I was lying down
Between the failures I know
There's you and me and maybe mine

Come away from the floor
When the wind blows cold
Half awake I might slide over
From nothing left to no more

This disposition of mine
A picture of a flame from the behind
There's something in the mail, I know
With you in mind

Tell me the sympathies of man
Quietly, so I can understand
Between the setbacks lie
What's left of my love and demand

Come out the door, there's nothing left of you inside.
Old restless friend of mine, where have you gone?
Slide over soft, There's nothing of the stars at dawn
(Moreoverly)



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Writer(s): Ethan Andrews
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