And
when evening comes and you're not here
I feel you more than anyone else
and I cry
the end of my exile
the beginning of my pain
and I cry being half of me
being part of me without you near

and when
morning comes and dreams are real
and reality is a dirty sock
a messy joke
an angle that does not fit
call me know my dear my queen
I am not a king without your eyes
I am not a king without your voice in my ears

And
now that I have found my other half
the roots of my tree my other in the world myself
my true me my only me my only other
where do I go from here
where do I come from
you change my past in every word


Call me now I am shouting
I am howling my lost years
you were always there and I knew it
and it was easier then being just half a man
but now, now that I know, do I have a choice
can I choose at all, who am I to choose
who are we to choose what's been chosen
thousands of years ago, long before we were born


Be the end of my exile, be the end of my pain
take me where I can only take you
make it as the steps you walk lead me to walk
let our traces become the traces of one being
for we are one, my dear, we are one
and one day we will be born.