Crash Through the Half‐Light Songtext
von Diane Cluck

na na na ah na na na na
ah na na ah na na
na na na ah na na na na
ah na na ah na na

crash through the half-light
of tomorrow morning
stranded in the day
you were hurrying to get to
do you like the hands now that
are tangled in your hair now
are they your own hands or are they somebody else′s?

na na na ah na na na na
ah na na ah na na
na na na ah na na na na
ah na na ah na na


lunge through the evening
shred all the hours
i don't know what you want
but some december morning
put me in the aisle
looking through the aisle
tugging at the mass
because the cutouts never match up with eyes

crash through the half-light
of tomorrow morning
stranded in the day
you were hurrying to get to
do you like the hands now that
are tangled in your hair now
are they your own hands or are they somebody else′s hands

crash through the half-light
of tomorrow morning
stranded in the day
you were hurrying to get to
do you like the hands now that
are tangled in your hair now
are they your own hands or are they somebody else's