Wendy Rule Half Life
It’s not like I want it back again
It’s not like I want the sky to open
And rain down in visions of black again
But now that the sun has finally broken through
There’s not a lot I can do
There’s not a lot I can do
The sky is perfectly blue
The wind comes, whips the trees bare again
The wind comes, exposing secrets of the form
Part of me wants to be there again
Restless, naked, howling for the dawn
I’m not invoking a storm
I’m not invoking a storm
The air is perfectly warm
It’s not like I want it back again
Chaos can find another lover
It’s not like I’m wearing all black again
The days come sweet, but are they cutting through?
There’s not a lot I can do
There’s not a lot I can do
The sky is perfectly blue
If it’s not love then make it pain
Not some sort of Half-Life I can’t explain
And if it’s peace then make it real
Not this sort of numbness that I cannot feel
Take all my joy but leave me my fears
This sort of Half- Life bores me to tears
So bring me rapture and bring me bliss
Or take it all away but don’t leave me this
It’s not like I want it back again
It’s not like I want my heart ripped open
In some sort of vicious attack again
But now that the sun has finally broken through
There’s not a lot I can do
There’s not a lot I can do
The sky is perfectly blue.
