Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Other Half of the Sky, artist - Moon Safari. Album song Blomljud, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 04.06.2012
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Other Half of the Sky |
Hope’s as high, as the sun today |
Once around the world, now coming your way |
The river runs, down the beggars beach |
Claimed the waining moon, now out of reach |
The street corner prince, with the pockets of gold |
Had a story to sell, but it remained untold |
One hand on the fence, that grows ever so high |
There the grass is the same, still I want to the other side |
Time will tell if I’m the fool, that made the climb and left the pool |
People can barely stay afloat, they’re gonna need a bigger boat |
Three’s the line, to change a man |
To make the sun light up this land |
It is not a single fantasy, when from solitude you lead me |
To a brand new day, and a different game to play |
I’ve been a bleeding heart on feet, spent my nights racing the streets |
The endless rain might take a pause, when there’s a reason and a course |
On open waters I set sail, to learn where others failed |
Part II — The Meaning of Success |
Did you fill them pages with a meaning to it all, or did summer turn to fall? |
And your TV dinner got burned by shocking news, it left you with the blues |
When the evening comes and you’re alone, then it haunts you once again |
She’s not a lover, just a friend |
There’s a fork in the road, late to work, now you’ll never get a raise |
Is that a smile upon your face? |
Who are you really gonna be? |
Do you know that the apple never falls far from the tree |
Hear the whispers in the wind |
A change’s gonna come and it might crown you the king |
How come people claim they want to live forever |
When at work they can’t wait for the day to end? |
On friday night you reset, you are drinking to forget |
All the worries of the week |
Dead men on their feet, they have pulse, but they have no heartbeat |
Just a shadow on the street |
John Doe of the show, don’t you know that there’s no place left to go |
You will always be alone |
Will you find your own place in the wheel |
Will you do what they want you to, or do just what you feel? |
And your wallet holds no thoughts |
There goes your freedom, you’ve been bought |
I turn the TV on again, the TV is my only friend |
Another Hugh Grant remedy, a happy end to set me free |
I turned my back on wonderland, I know that kingdom’s made of sand |
So here I am a foreign man, without a helping hand |
Ghostly figures casting doubt, on all I thought I was about |
The laughing stops when I appear, the crowd is all in tears |
The forecast tells that summer’s gone |
Will I live to see another one? |
Or is it just a stupid test, to find the meaning of success |
I’m the rumour on your coffee break, I’m your first and last mistake |
I’m a poet in a dying world, noone will hear my dying words |
I’m the movie that you’ll never rent, I’m the ghost in the machine |
I am God, when it goes to hell, when it turns out good I’m not to blame |
I’m a drink that’s far too strong, perhaps you’d like another one? |
A small part of this life, and the meaning I’ve found |
Life goes up and life goes down |
Part III — Child Inside the Man |
In the shadow of the bitter artist, the voice of reason speaks |
Aversion therapy wouldn’t help me to, confront the child inside the man |
There ain’t no digits for how many times, a heart can be broken and fixed |
Hope’s as high as the sun today |
Heard a rumour down at the nightclub, couldn’t help to spread the word |
Like fire though a corridor of paper, in print for the morning meal |
Suddenly the world’s a little smaller, and all else is larger than life |
Don’t leave me hanging upon the ageless door |
Up north the trial goes on forever more |
I take the flowers away from my grave and I walk the primrose path |
Beyond the aftermath |
We were ships that passed in the night and the lighthouse guided us home |
We won’t end up all alone |
I was tilting at windmills, and what you’re losing on the swings |
You gain on the roundabouts |
I discovered that just round the bend lies the meaning of success |
Now this heart can finally rest |
Part IV — After All |
Talking to myself I no longer speak the truth |
I’m not fooling anyone, I never left the pool |
I never once did say the words, I never understood the words |
But now they’re flowing naturally and I can see them perfectly |
I am first to join the fools parade, towards the sunset, lover’s lane |
I’m blind but I am unafraid, I’m colors in the shade |
The wind that blows away the weight, broken backs now walking straight |
Headlong into future dreams, carry me downstream |
The pair whose eyes shall never meet, they’re passing strangers in the street |
The ties that bind — they’re meant to be, it’s hope that moves their feet |
The pawn in black is standing still, survived the turmoil, power of will |
The queen that held the heart of men, to be revived again |
I turned into a butterfly, spread my wings and learned to fly |
The puppet masters fading face, eleven sins to erase |
I know who I am gonna be, I fit into a different wheel |
Thanks to you I’ll be alright |
You’re the other half of the sky |
And hope’s as high as the sun today |
Once around the world, now coming your way |
Every day I’m loving you |
In every way I’m loving you |
How it grows, the way it shines, it’s keeping me alive |
As infinity forms a line, into the love that I define |
Every day I’m loving you |
In every way I’m loving you |
How it shines, beyond belief, brighter than the sun |
I am tired of the past, but it feels like this will last… |