| Half of the night is evening, |
| then morning and night is gone |
| Finished doesn’t mean done |
| Half of the way is a mirror |
| the rest is left where to hide |
| to be on the other side |
| Heros, old saints, gentle freaks, joy and pain |
| Weddings, leaders, laws and charismatic actors |
| You — somewhere in the middle of truth |
| You — just you in the middle |
| Half of the heart is asleep |
| and half is the loving heart |
| Do you have this living part? |
| Half of us still have faith |
| but many went too far |
| Come back wherever you are |
| Many things have happened |
| Some people live with closed eyes |
| and some are young when they die |
| No matter what you’re doing |
| You wanna finish or you’ve just made a start |
| but do you have this living part |