(Words & Music: Peter Millward)
©2009 Drum Music Limited

How much longer 'til the break of dawn?
How much longer until I get the call?

Half-life:
Half buried underground.
Half-life:
The clock is ticking down.

Endless longing burning deep inside,
how much longer until it can subside?

Half-life:
Half waking, half asleep.
Half alive;
just waiting for relief.

I scan the hills, in that undiscovered land,
for a semaphore, a sign, a helping hand
In sleepless dreams, I toss and turn,
I search, I crave, I yearn...

How much longer 'til I sleep all night?
How much longer until things turn out right?

Half-life:
Hanging on for dear life,
a lease of life,
an end to stress and strife.
Half-life:
Hiding out, on the run.
Half-life:
Knowing the best is yet to come...