Halfway home
And ready to turn around
But i can't turn around my dream
(five days a week
I go to sleep at dawn,
And feel alone although you're warm. )
Halfway home
And ready to drag it out
Because this slowing down
Suits me.
(oh what way did i take to come to this place?
Oh what way did i take to get here?)
Halfway home
And ready to turn around
But i can't turn around my dreams
(five days a week,
I drive you home from work
And see the way
Your face is marked with fatigue.
Fatigue suits me.)
I can't turn around and this slowing down suits me
And i'm feeling neglected anyway.
It's the reason i'm leaving you.
1 | Breakfast Of Champions |
2 | Rise |
3 | Tinfoil |
4 | Broken Radio |
5 | Life Of Leisure |
6 | Already Lost |
7 | Atlantic |
8 | Centrifuge |
9 | Terrified |
10 | Lost, Dropped, And Cancelled |