Letras:
Discover America The Halves That Make Us Whole

of hell These are the halves that make us whole Despite all reason, no control We're hesitating at the light We're stepping blind into the night These are the halves that make us whole

there was some hope that fate would come and reveal its magic in everyone. That love alone would break the spell and retire that metaphor of hell. These are the halves that make us whole