Simon Burwell - Halfway Across lyrics

We may never make it out of here We are wound into the brown You got people on the outside I got people on the ground You're the last tree standing And I won't cut you down You're the last tree standing And I won't cut you down You ought to see now it's all the same We are a number a side on the dice You ought to see now we're all in plain View of the madness view of the lies You ought to see now it's all a sell There's nothing to gain its all counted loss You ought to see now we're overwhelmed We're only ever half way across ... If we ever make it out of here k** a reason make it round Find a chapter on the outside Drive a stake into the ground You're the last tree standing And I won't let you down You're the last tree standing And I won't let you down You ought to see now it's all the same We are a number a side on the dice You ought to see now we're all in plain View of the madness view of the lies You ought to see now it's all a sell There's nothing to gain its all counted loss You ought to see now we're overwhelmed We're only ever half way across Half way across