(Pal Waaktaar)

Half of a letter

Tells half a story

The way I see it

It's half the worry

Where I came from

I forgot too soon...

East of the sun

And west of the moon

Money talks

And hey, I'm listening

I've lived without it

Enough to miss it

Where I'm going

I'll get there soon

East of the sun

And west of the moon

Another day leaves me aching

I try to wake up

But something's breaking

Here inside me

Deep and hollow

A sound that no other sound could follow

I know the pain

Before the wound

East of the sun

And west of the moon