Is this just sickness, this thickness I feel? Or is the start of the end slowly being revealed?
And can these be my worst days of all time? Is it my fault I'm still stuck in the salt mines?
And things come back but back for how long? Because the things that we had in youth and life are now gone
The one thing I'm fearing is shooting this yearling and watching all things good and true disappearing
It's half now, half then all "how does this end?"
It's all question marks and incandescent hearts
It's the how and the when and the power to bend
How time's changed us into strangers
Half now, half then all "how does this end?" and
How time's left us young and restless
It's the how and the when and the power to bend
It's the getting and losing, wasting and using
Is this just weakness, this bleakness I'm caught in? Is life really rotten and to be forgotten?
And things come back but back for how long? Because the things that we had in life and death are now gone
And if you're dying I'm dying to know so I can change all of my words to songs before you go
The difference between letters and songs is only where they get sent and who they're stringing along
It's half now, half then all "how does this end?"
It's all question marks and incandescent hearts
It's the how and the when and the power to bend
How time's changed us into strangers
Half now, half then all "how does this end?" and
How time's left us young and restless
It's the how and the when and the power to bend
It's the getting and losing, wasting and using
Is this endless, this pendulum sway? Is it the start of the end or just the end of the day?
And if you think I'm reading your mind well then it could be a case of the blind leading the blind
I love you but I'm dragging you down and I don't want to leave you lost, ragged and drowned
The one thing I'm fearing is shooting this yearling and watching all things good and true disappearing
It's half now, half then all "how does this end?"
It's all question marks and incandescent hearts
It's the how and the when and the power to bend
How time's changed us into strangers
Half now, half then all "how does this end?" and
How time's left us young and restless
It's the how and the when and the power to bend
It's the getting and losing, wasting and using
