East of the Sun

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