Are those things not much correct today And be part of the bad Things towards me with no mitigating Circumstances here Half the world is watching me Hoping that I'll let go Well, for nine days A small moth has Tried to escape our bedroom A silhuette behind the milky white drapes Fluttering in vain with dreams of freedom Half the world is watching me Hoping that I'll let go Half the world is watching me Try to find my way home Take your loss across the world Kissing lips as cold as silver Never love too much too soon Faces we forget to include I know you have not been well And it's much too late to repel Do not know the half of it Can only wish that you will forget Are those things not much correct today And be part of the bad Things toward me with no mitigating Circumstances so Took her down with me to see the sight Before the morning light From my willful way upon her breast Encompassed, not impressed