The lazy way they turned your head   Into a rest stop for the dead   And did it all in gold and blue and grey      The efforts to allay your dread,   In spite of all you knew and said,   Were hard to see and harder still to say      A comfort plush all laced in lead   Was sent to quell your sentiment   And keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay      And when a sudden silhouette   Escaped the top-side of your bed   I knew you'd never ever be the same      Is it not me?   Am I not folded by your touch?   The words you spoke   I know too much   It's over now   And not enough      Is it not me?   The damage you hold inside your blush?   The load you towed   You showed it up   It's over now   And I'm insane      Wild spirits winds from out your chest   Collides with world and wilderness   It needs a gentle hand to call it home      Now surfs the sun and scales the moon   And winds the waistband of her womb   All eyes ablaze the day you break your mold      Is it not me?    Am I not culled into your clutch?   The words you spoke   I know too much   We're closer now   And said enough      Is it not me?   Am I not rolled into your crush?   The road you choose   Unloads control   See it take me so      Go on throw this stone   Into this halfway home.