| Song | Other Half of the Sky |
| Artist | Moon Safari |
| Album | The Gettysburg Address |
| Part I – Written in the Stars | |
| Hope's as high, as the sun today | |
| Once around the world, now coming your way | |
| The river runs, down the beggars beach | |
| Claimed the waining moon, now out of reach | |
| The street corner prince, with the pockets of gold | |
| Had a story to sell, but it remained untold | |
| One hand on the fence, that grows ever so high | |
| There the grass is the same, still I want to the other side | |
| Time will tell if I'm the fool, that made the climb and left the pool | |
| People can barely stay afloat, they're gonna need a bigger boat | |
| Three's the line, to change a man | |
| To make the sun light up this land | |
| It is not a single fantasy, when from solitude you lead me | |
| To a brand new day, and a different game to play | |
| I've been a bleeding heart on feet, spent my nights racing the streets | |
| The endless rain might take a pause, when there's a reason and a course | |
| On open waters I set sail, to learn where others failed | |
| Part II – The Meaning of Success | |
| Did you fill them pages with a meaning to it all, or did summer turn to fall? | |
| And your TV dinner got burned by shocking news, it left you with the blues | |
| When the evening comes and you're alone, then it haunts you once again | |
| She's not a lover, just a friend | |
| There's a fork in the road, late to work, now you'll never get a raise | |
| Is that a smile upon your face? | |
| Who are you really gonna be? | |
| Do you know that the apple never falls far from the tree | |
| Hear the whispers in the wind | |
| A change's gonna come and it might crown you the king | |
| How come people claim they want to live forever | |
| When at work they can't wait for the day to end? | |
| On friday night you reset, you are drinking to forget | |
| All the worries of the week | |
| Dead men on their feet, they have pulse, but they have no heartbeat | |
| Just a shadow on the street | |
| John Doe of the show, don't you know that there's no place left to go | |
| You will always be alone | |
| Will you find your own place in the wheel | |
| Will you do what they want you to, or do what you feel? | |
| And your wallet holds no thoughts | |
| There goes your freedom, you've been bought | |
| I turn the TV on again, the TV is my only friend | |
| Another Hugh Grant remedy, a happy end to set me free | |
| I turned my back on wonderland, I know that kingdom's made of sand | |
| So here I am a foreign man, without a helping hand | |
| Ghostly figures casting doubt, on all I thought I was about | |
| The laughing stops when I appear, the crowd is all in tears | |
| The forecast tells that summer's gone | |
| Will I live to see another one? | |
| Or is it just a stupid test, to find the meaning of success | |
| I'm the rumour on your coffee break, I'm your first and last mistake | |
| I'm a poet in a dying world, noone will hear my dying words | |
| I'm the movie that you'll never rent, I'm the ghost in the machine | |
| I am God, when it goes to hell, when it turns out good I'm not to blame | |
| I'm a drink that's far too strong, perhaps you'd like another one? | |
| A small part of this life, and the meaning I've found | |
| Life goes up and life goes down | |
| Part III – Child Inside the Man | |
| In the shadow of the bitter artist, the voice of reason speaks | |
| Aversion therapy wouldn't help me to, confront the child inside the man | |
| There ain't no digits for how many times, a heart can be broken and fixed | |
| Hope's as high as the sun today | |
| Heard a rumour down at the nightclub, couldn't help to spread the word | |
| Like fire though a corridor of paper, in print for the morning meal | |
| Suddenly the world's a little smaller, and all else is larger than life | |
| Don't leave me hanging upon the ageless door | |
| Up north the trial goes on forever more | |
| I take the flowers away from my grave and I walk the primrose path | |
| Beyond the aftermath | |
| We were ships that passed in the night and the lighthouse guided us home | |
| We won't end up all alone | |
| I was tilting at windmills, and what you're losing on the swings | |
| You gain on the roundabouts | |
| I discovered that just round the bend lies the meaning of success | |
| Now this heart can finally rest | |
| Part IV – After All | |
| Talking to myself I no longer speak the truth | |
| I'm not fooling anyone, I never left the pool | |
| I never once did say the words, I never understood the words | |
| But now they're flowing naturally and I can see them perfectly | |
| I am first to join the fools parade, towards the sunset, lover's lane | |
| I'm blind but I am unafraid, I'm colors in the shade | |
| The wind that blows away the weight, broken backs now walking straight | |
| Headlong into future dreams, carry me downstream | |
| The pair whose eyes shall never meet, they're passing strangers in the street | |
| The ties that bind – they're meant to be, it's hope that moves their feet | |
| The pawn in black is standing still, survived the turmoil, power of will | |
| The queen that held the heart of men, to be revived again | |
| I turned into a butterfly, spread my wings and learned to fly | |
| The puppet masters fading face, eleven sins to erase | |
| I know who I am gonna be, I fit into a different wheel | |
| Thanks to you I'll be alright | |
| You're the other half of the sky | |
| And hope's as high as the sun today | |
| Once around the world, now coming your way | |
| Every day I'm loving you | |
| In every way I'm loving you | |
| How it grows, the way it shines, it's keeping me alive | |
| As infinity forms a line, into the love that I define | |
| Every day I'm loving you | |
| In every way I'm loving you | |
| How it shines, beyond belief, brighter than the sun | |
| I am tired of the past, but it feels like this will last... |
| Part I Written in the Stars | |
| Hope' s as high, as the sun today | |
| Once around the world, now coming your way | |
| The river runs, down the beggars beach | |
| Claimed the waining moon, now out of reach | |
| The street corner prince, with the pockets of gold | |
| Had a story to sell, but it remained untold | |
| One hand on the fence, that grows ever so high | |
| There the grass is the same, still I want to the other side | |
| Time will tell if I' m the fool, that made the climb and left the pool | |
| People can barely stay afloat, they' re gonna need a bigger boat | |
| Three' s the line, to change a man | |
| To make the sun light up this land | |
| It is not a single fantasy, when from solitude you lead me | |
| To a brand new day, and a different game to play | |
| I' ve been a bleeding heart on feet, spent my nights racing the streets | |
| The endless rain might take a pause, when there' s a reason and a course | |
| On open waters I set sail, to learn where others failed | |
| Part II The Meaning of Success | |
| Did you fill them pages with a meaning to it all, or did summer turn to fall? | |
| And your TV dinner got burned by shocking news, it left you with the blues | |
| When the evening comes and you' re alone, then it haunts you once again | |
| She' s not a lover, just a friend | |
| There' s a fork in the road, late to work, now you' ll never get a raise | |
| Is that a smile upon your face? | |
| Who are you really gonna be? | |
| Do you know that the apple never falls far from the tree | |
| Hear the whispers in the wind | |
| A change' s gonna come and it might crown you the king | |
| How come people claim they want to live forever | |
| When at work they can' t wait for the day to end? | |
| On friday night you reset, you are drinking to forget | |
| All the worries of the week | |
| Dead men on their feet, they have pulse, but they have no heartbeat | |
| Just a shadow on the street | |
| John Doe of the show, don' t you know that there' s no place left to go | |
| You will always be alone | |
| Will you find your own place in the wheel | |
| Will you do what they want you to, or do what you feel? | |
| And your wallet holds no thoughts | |
| There goes your freedom, you' ve been bought | |
| I turn the TV on again, the TV is my only friend | |
| Another Hugh Grant remedy, a happy end to set me free | |
| I turned my back on wonderland, I know that kingdom' s made of sand | |
| So here I am a foreign man, without a helping hand | |
| Ghostly figures casting doubt, on all I thought I was about | |
| The laughing stops when I appear, the crowd is all in tears | |
| The forecast tells that summer' s gone | |
| Will I live to see another one? | |
| Or is it just a stupid test, to find the meaning of success | |
| I' m the rumour on your coffee break, I' m your first and last mistake | |
| I' m a poet in a dying world, noone will hear my dying words | |
| I' m the movie that you' ll never rent, I' m the ghost in the machine | |
| I am God, when it goes to hell, when it turns out good I' m not to blame | |
| I' m a drink that' s far too strong, perhaps you' d like another one? | |
| A small part of this life, and the meaning I' ve found | |
| Life goes up and life goes down | |
| Part III Child Inside the Man | |
| In the shadow of the bitter artist, the voice of reason speaks | |
| Aversion therapy wouldn' t help me to, confront the child inside the man | |
| There ain' t no digits for how many times, a heart can be broken and fixed | |
| Hope' s as high as the sun today | |
| Heard a rumour down at the nightclub, couldn' t help to spread the word | |
| Like fire though a corridor of paper, in print for the morning meal | |
| Suddenly the world' s a little smaller, and all else is larger than life | |
| Don' t leave me hanging upon the ageless door | |
| Up north the trial goes on forever more | |
| I take the flowers away from my grave and I walk the primrose path | |
| Beyond the aftermath | |
| We were ships that passed in the night and the lighthouse guided us home | |
| We won' t end up all alone | |
| I was tilting at windmills, and what you' re losing on the swings | |
| You gain on the roundabouts | |
| I discovered that just round the bend lies the meaning of success | |
| Now this heart can finally rest | |
| Part IV After All | |
| Talking to myself I no longer speak the truth | |
| I' m not fooling anyone, I never left the pool | |
| I never once did say the words, I never understood the words | |
| But now they' re flowing naturally and I can see them perfectly | |
| I am first to join the fools parade, towards the sunset, lover' s lane | |
| I' m blind but I am unafraid, I' m colors in the shade | |
| The wind that blows away the weight, broken backs now walking straight | |
| Headlong into future dreams, carry me downstream | |
| The pair whose eyes shall never meet, they' re passing strangers in the street | |
| The ties that bind they' re meant to be, it' s hope that moves their feet | |
| The pawn in black is standing still, survived the turmoil, power of will | |
| The queen that held the heart of men, to be revived again | |
| I turned into a butterfly, spread my wings and learned to fly | |
| The puppet masters fading face, eleven sins to erase | |
| I know who I am gonna be, I fit into a different wheel | |
| Thanks to you I' ll be alright | |
| You' re the other half of the sky | |
| And hope' s as high as the sun today | |
| Once around the world, now coming your way | |
| Every day I' m loving you | |
| In every way I' m loving you | |
| How it grows, the way it shines, it' s keeping me alive | |
| As infinity forms a line, into the love that I define | |
| Every day I' m loving you | |
| In every way I' m loving you | |
| How it shines, beyond belief, brighter than the sun | |
| I am tired of the past, but it feels like this will last... |