In the city, half past midnight, half her life has gone away
Found replacement for past lovers
Found a treatment for her pain
Half a bottle for half a person
And half a smile for half the price
Something has to fill the picture
Where’s the other half to make things right?
In the city, half past midnight, half his youth has gone away
Found replacement for his ideals
Found a way to hide his shame
Half a bottle for half a person
And half a smile for half the price
Something has to fill the picture
Where’s the other half to make things right?
Bits and pieces, cheap excuses
Nothing whole and nothing real
Only surface, nothing deeper, only surface
