Half Life (Wendy Rule)

It’s 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, invoking secrets of the form And 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 love 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 The sky is perfectly blue