Words & Music by Allison Crowe Half my life is spent trying to figure out where the other half is supposed to go try to put them together again until they make sense until they're whole
I've opened up my eyes and I've seen in to the dark it's hard to tell if there's a light at all and I can't seem to open them this time and the little light that's there is about to fall
Walk backwards to see if you can start where you were before break the locks to see if there was ever really a door set fire to yourself to see if there is anything to burn keep making mistakes to see if there is anything to learn
I've opened up my eyes and I've seen in to the dark it's hard to tell if there's a light at all and I can't seem to open them this time and the little light that's there is about to fall
the questions that persist they will torture you you will not know until it is too late
the questions that repeat will never give you answers you will not know until you've passed
I've opened up my eyes and I've seen in to the dark it's hard to tell if there's a light at all and I can't seem to open them this time and the little light that's there is about to fall