The Other Half Songtext
I could hear your knuckles on the walnut boards
Of the kitchen island through the pocket doors
But my heart snapped over like a plastic fork
When your name kept dropping in the tapping rain storm
Fifteen years and you're just a stranger
I never pictured an ending like it
There's a figure on the tv
In the blizzard waving back at me
Of the kitchen island through the pocket doors
But my heart snapped over like a plastic fork
When your name kept dropping in the tapping rain storm
Fifteen years and you're just a stranger
I never pictured an ending like it
There's a figure on the tv
In the blizzard waving back at me
And I wonder "has the story ended yet?"
Or maybe… maybe
If that was only half of it
The other half lives on
The lightning ripping in
A fierce summer storm
Fifteen years and you're
Almost good as gone
Now the mice are squeakin'
And the floorboards are creakin'
And I don't have the strength to quiet 'em any more
I just sit and stare
Behind the window bars
The other half lives on
Or maybe… maybe
If that was only half of it
The other half lives on
The lightning ripping in
A fierce summer storm
Fifteen years and you're
Almost good as gone
Now the mice are squeakin'
And the floorboards are creakin'
And I don't have the strength to quiet 'em any more
I just sit and stare
Behind the window bars
The other half lives on
