Halfway Up
Standing out on glaciered lakes
Oh, you locked me out for days
At pointed lens, you turned your face
We could never feel comfortable in this way
When I was everything that you wanted
And I was on the path to being honest
I stopped when we were halfway up in Hallstatt
And it felt as we were living in our forfeits
Hollow ground, my place to fame
Middle of the spring but its cold in the bed we made
To opposite ends we gravitate
You could never feel warm enough to stay
I wanna hear you say
That I was everything that you wanted
And I was on the path to being honest
I stopped when we were halfway up in Hallstatt
And it felt as we were living in our forfeits
(Confiding on)
(Impossible)
(Confiding on)
(Impossible)
(When I was everything) (Confiding on) (When I was everything)
(Impossible) (When I was everything) (When I was everything)
(When I was everything) (When I was everything)
When I was everything that you wanted
And I was on the path to being honest
I stopped when we were halfway up in Hallstatt
When I was everything that you wanted
And I was on the path to being honest
I stopped when we were halfway up in Hallstatt
And it felt as we were living in our forfeits
Oh, you locked me out for days
At pointed lens, you turned your face
We could never feel comfortable in this way
When I was everything that you wanted
And I was on the path to being honest
I stopped when we were halfway up in Hallstatt
And it felt as we were living in our forfeits
Hollow ground, my place to fame
Middle of the spring but its cold in the bed we made
To opposite ends we gravitate
You could never feel warm enough to stay
I wanna hear you say
That I was everything that you wanted
And I was on the path to being honest
I stopped when we were halfway up in Hallstatt
And it felt as we were living in our forfeits
(Confiding on)
(Impossible)
(Confiding on)
(Impossible)
(When I was everything) (Confiding on) (When I was everything)
(Impossible) (When I was everything) (When I was everything)
(When I was everything) (When I was everything)
When I was everything that you wanted
And I was on the path to being honest
I stopped when we were halfway up in Hallstatt
When I was everything that you wanted
And I was on the path to being honest
I stopped when we were halfway up in Hallstatt
And it felt as we were living in our forfeits
Credits
Writer(s): James Bolton, John Canada, Joseph Settine, Frederick Lankford
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