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 eastern morning sun

it's not something you learn

it's 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 i can do

where the rest is

i don't know

and i'm not sure if i wanna know

back on my own

it took me this long

to scale to the top of this misty mountain side you're on

but now i can see where it's all been leading to

the skulls on these walls

how they're connected to you

and walking with you down a slippery slope

and you said

if i was the sun