Half of a letter
Tells half a story
The way I see it
It? s half the worry
Where I came from
I forgot too soon?
East of the sun
And west of the moon.
Money talks
And hey, I? m listening
I? ve lived without it
Enough to miss it
Where I? m going
I? ll get there soon?
East of the sun
And west of the moon.
Another day leaves me aching
I try to wake up
But something? s breaking
Here inside me
Deep and hollow
A sound that no other sound
could follow
I know the pain
Before the wound?
East of the sun
And west of the moon