Your voice is ringing in my ears Cadenced and ever-clear I’m in the middle of the road Unrequited, uncontrolled Caught still heavy-handed swing Swallowed while the heavens sing To be God-damned, but never feel a thing
To be half-loved Or half-saved Still means something but it’s in a form I can’t explain To have half-gone Or half-stayed Maybe I’ve never really found Or really lost my way
I held close the hands I used to know Suspended in the altar’s glow Dissolved in harmony and grace Hidden in that stranger’s face But still, I can’t escape the sounds That keep me held down to the ground Their voices have all become too loud
To be half-loved Or half-saved Still means something but it’s in a form I can’t explain To have half-gone Or half-stayed Maybe I’ve never really found Or really lost my way
