always half strange

all the places i've known and the faces i've seen over time are unseen and unknown

when you live in the dark and you start to believe that everyone is asleep in the same way that you are

half life and half dream and half crazy to believe in anything at all

i thought i knew it well

in my mind i knew well

what i wanted you to be

in this world i know the love it never is what it is to me

and it's always half strange to believe in anything

half way insane and half way home in your arms

always love

always

always love

like no other love

like no other love i'd known before