| Song | Half the Time |
| Artist | The Lemonheads |
| Album | Lovey |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There's a crow flyin' down from over the hill. | |
| Cracked paint on my window sill. | |
| Each morning broke provides a girl. | |
| Forget my evening feeling world. | |
| When day gets dark it seeps into my skin. | |
| And i rcall the spark that kept me sane. | |
| Can't talk to you it's plain, | |
| Won't start to name my pain, | |
| Or forget i don't know why | |
| You tugged the corner of my eye. | |
| Movin' up the neck of my guitar. | |
| I turn the lamp off, i see where you are. | |
| Your one light slowly fading in my mind. | |
| The furthest from my head. | |
| Half the time. | |
| Simple point too bright to leave the sky. | |
| You're dissolving in my eye, in my eye. | |
| My closed eye. | |
| Half the time. | |
| Mountain dew and malboro, while i stew over er all i owe. | |
| My eyes set wet against the breeze, | |
| Guide the sun into the trees. | |
| Where squirrels are holding acorns in their teeth. | |
| I can't see into why i made you leave. | |
| Your one light slowly fad--ing in my mind. | |
| The furthest from my head. | |
| Half the time. | |
| A simple point revolving in my sky. | |
| You're dissolving in my eye. |
| There' s a crow flyin' down from over the hill. | |
| Cracked paint on my window sill. | |
| Each morning broke provides a girl. | |
| Forget my evening feeling world. | |
| When day gets dark it seeps into my skin. | |
| And i rcall the spark that kept me sane. | |
| Can' t talk to you it' s plain, | |
| Won' t start to name my pain, | |
| Or forget i don' t know why | |
| You tugged the corner of my eye. | |
| Movin' up the neck of my guitar. | |
| I turn the lamp off, i see where you are. | |
| Your one light slowly fading in my mind. | |
| The furthest from my head. | |
| Half the time. | |
| Simple point too bright to leave the sky. | |
| You' re dissolving in my eye, in my eye. | |
| My closed eye. | |
| Half the time. | |
| Mountain dew and malboro, while i stew over er all i owe. | |
| My eyes set wet against the breeze, | |
| Guide the sun into the trees. | |
| Where squirrels are holding acorns in their teeth. | |
| I can' t see into why i made you leave. | |
| Your one light slowly fading in my mind. | |
| The furthest from my head. | |
| Half the time. | |
| A simple point revolving in my sky. | |
| You' re dissolving in my eye. |
| There' s a crow flyin' down from over the hill. | |
| Cracked paint on my window sill. | |
| Each morning broke provides a girl. | |
| Forget my evening feeling world. | |
| When day gets dark it seeps into my skin. | |
| And i rcall the spark that kept me sane. | |
| Can' t talk to you it' s plain, | |
| Won' t start to name my pain, | |
| Or forget i don' t know why | |
| You tugged the corner of my eye. | |
| Movin' up the neck of my guitar. | |
| I turn the lamp off, i see where you are. | |
| Your one light slowly fading in my mind. | |
| The furthest from my head. | |
| Half the time. | |
| Simple point too bright to leave the sky. | |
| You' re dissolving in my eye, in my eye. | |
| My closed eye. | |
| Half the time. | |
| Mountain dew and malboro, while i stew over er all i owe. | |
| My eyes set wet against the breeze, | |
| Guide the sun into the trees. | |
| Where squirrels are holding acorns in their teeth. | |
| I can' t see into why i made you leave. | |
| Your one light slowly fading in my mind. | |
| The furthest from my head. | |
| Half the time. | |
| A simple point revolving in my sky. | |
| You' re dissolving in my eye. |