Song | The Halves That Make Us Whole |
Artist | Discover America |
Album | Psychology |
When I was a kid | |
I held on so tight. | |
I held on so tight when | |
I was a kid. | |
Then life opened up like a little rose. | |
So I stopped right there and opened up my nose. | |
And there was some hope that fate would come and reveal its magic in everyone. | |
That love alone would break the spell and retire that metaphor of hell. | |
These are the halves that make us whole. | |
Despite all reason, no control. | |
We're hesitating at the light. | |
We're stepping blind into the night. |