Semantics
You say you always feel half empty
And I’m just a little fool
To think a change in my semantics
Could ever break any rules

Water, my love
We could be changing like water
But sometimes you’re as hard as
The ice in Siberia
You say, “Water or not
You can call us whatever you want
But in the light of a thousand suns
We’ll still dry up.”

My cerulean baby has a way
To make a blue sky feel like rain

You say you always feel half empty
And I’m just a little fool
To think a change in my semantics
Could ever break any rules
You know I always feel half crazy
A roman candle at the water’s edge
Water, my love
Just remember we’re water and blood
It’ll help us see through
Days that are thick
As the London fog
Whether or not
We can weather any storm
It’s just a matter of cooling down
And lightening up

You’re so boring when you talk that way
Or maybe I’m a fool to stay

You say you always feel half empty
And I’m just a little fool
To think a change in my semantics
Could ever break any rules
You know I always feel half crazy
A roman candle at the water’s edge
I’ve played with fire
Keeps me warm
You know I always feel half crazy
I’m still here
You know I always feel half crazy
Half crazy, half crazy
You know I always feel half crazy
And I’m still here
It doesn’t hurt to have a light
It doesn’t hurt to have a light
Tie it to the car again
And drive it off the highest cliff
TOO MUCH TO LOVE
See the wreckage in the water’s edge
You know there’s always something left
TOO MUCH TO LOVE
Come on, let’s tie to the car again
And drive until the sun resets
TOO MUCH TO LOVE
You know our love is always such a mess
I couldn’t love it any less
TOO MUCH TO LOVE