Half today

Feet hurt, face burns
Face sleet and snow
Face drawn, curtains real
Few hundred feet to go

And you know silence
Find your own highlands

There is the urge to scream
This is no bloody dream

Limbs limp, limb limpid
Too hot to burn
Dried up, all soaked
More thirst at every turn

And you can whistle
Sing at every thistle

Chorus:
But why wait for the moment
Fear is a real bad omen
Half today’s already been
Now can never be a sin

Head frets, back lacks
Break into run
Zip off half slacks
Burn into sun

And you know silence
Find your own highlands

But there’s the urge to scream
This is no bloody dream
There is the urge to scream
Let it not be a dream

Bridge (solo)

Chorus (reversed):
Half today’s already been
Now can never be a sin
Why wait for the moment
Fear is a real bad omen
Half today’s already been