Stuck in the world that doesn't know
How it feels to live inside my own head
Not enough time to explain
Never will be enough words to be said

To walk half lucid in the plain of money and matter
Living half a man half a dream,
Half a sleep half a fish swimming up stream,

Half courage half fear, half an hour' half a year,
Half dry half a tear, half an eye half an ear,
Half a wing half a hand, half sea half land,
Half still half changing from the shape of my mood
But in darkness when one half don't really mind
I tell myself don't think, it never leads to anything good