Are those things not much correct today
And be part of the bad
Things towards me with no mitigating
Circumstances here

Half the world is watching me
Hoping that I'll let go

Well, for nine days
small moth has
Tried to escape our bedroom

silhuette behind the milky white drapes
Fluttering in vain with dreams of freedom

Half the world is watching me
Hoping that I'll let go
Half the world is watching me
Try to find my way home

Take your loss across the world
Kissing lips as cold as silver
Never love too much too soon
Faces we forget to include
I know you have not been well
And it's much too late to repel
Do not know the half of it
Can only wish that you will forget

Are those things not much correct today
And be part of the bad
Things toward me with no mitigating
Circumstances so

Took her down with me to see the sight
Before the morning light
From my willful way upon her breast [bad word]  not impressed