Half Life [Turkish translation]

My self-worth measured in text back tempo

It's been two days and eight minutes too slow

Well, there may well be others but I still like to

pretend

That I'm the one you really want to grow old with

I've got a schedule to stick to, got a world to keep

sweet

You're so much to everyone all the time

Will it ever slow down? Will I ever come first?

The universe contracts to sigh

It's a half life with you as my quarter back

A daft life

It's a half life with you as my quarter back

A daft life

Hold me

Hold me

Hold me darling, please

You know you'll never be lonely, no you'll always be

loved

And maybe you'll never need more than that

But for the surplus that loves, what's to become of

us?

Does it even register on your conscience?

Long for one last showdown from a box in a crowd

Air compressed tight to explode

I'm clenching my ticket to the only way out

As you disappear in a puff of smoke

It's a half life with you as my quarter back

A daft life