These are the images I arrange To fill in my report on you Holiness, mystery, disturbing and strange Obscuring the point of my view Everyone seems to know just what you are But I never seem to break through Forgive me please if I can't see that far Life's dulling the point of my view Chorus: Half light, coming through the dark gla** darkly Half light, where faith and doubt remain Half light, tattoo scars where shadows mark me Half light, I don't expect you to explain This is the pa**age I undertake Over the epoch and phase The terror and sweetness of history and fate The last word on the very last page Everyone seems to think they've got it made That you're on a rack by the door It's true, I don't know much except I am saved From falling through cracks in the floor (Chorus) Tomorrow I'm planning to write the great book In which I will capture our time Set forth the fury, the sound and the look If I could just make up my mind Everyone seems to think you're on their side But I don't think you're that small How could they see it when reason has died We haven't a clue to it all (Chorus)