Half way from hell
Still my eyes clouded not sure where I could go from here
Breathless
I gather my strength
The blankets are clean at least
I'm in a memory or maybe
I'm in a dream
Fragile
I cling to whatever it is
Wishing it was something else I ring the life from it
Calling you on the wrong number over and over
Expecting someone else to answer me and give my mind some clues
I'm restless for love
For security
I'm half way broken
I'm half way alive
Pointing in the direction of death
Their isn't much left for the sorrow to take hold of
Gripping the wind has never worked and the anger of a man provokes the soul to loose it's reason
