The shape of your head is a twist of the truth, The skulls on these walls, are they connected to you? The stars are like eyes climbing out of a mist, The temperatures rise like an easter morning sun, Its not something you learn its just something you do, And sometimes I wonder whether my other half is you. Cause I am only half, of what I am, And half of that is what, I can do, Where the rest is, I don't know, And I'm not sure if I really wanna know. Back on my own, it took me this long, To scale to the top of this (grassy/misty) mountain side you're on, But now I can see where its all been leading to, The skulls on these walls, how they're connected to you, Walking with you down a slippery slope, and you said, If I was the sun, you'd be the world I'd shine onto