Half of a letter
tells half a story
the way i see it
it's half the worry
where i came from
i forgot too soon...
east of the sun
and west of the moon
money talks
and hey, i'm listening
i've lived without it
enough to miss it
where i'm going
i'll get there soon
east of the sun
and west of the moon
another day leaves me aching
i try to wake up
but something's breaking
here inside me
deep and hollow
a sound that no other sound could follow
i know the pain
before the wound
east of the sun
and west of the moon