Halfway Across Lyrics

Clayhill Halfway Across

We may never make it out of here

We are wound into the brown

You got people on the outside

I got people on the ground

You're the last tree standing

And I won't cut you down

You ought to see now it's all the same

We are a number a side on the dice

You ought to see now we're all in plain

View of the madness view of the lies

You ought to see now it's all a sell

There's nothing to gain its all counted loss

You ought to see now we're overwhelmed

We're only ever half way across

If we ever make it out of here

Kill a reason make it round

Find a chapter on the outside

Drive a stake into the ground

You're the last tree standing

And I won't let you down.