| Song | The Halves That Make Us Whole |
| Artist | Discover America |
| Album | Psychology |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| When I was a kid | |
| I held on so tight. | |
| I held on so tight when | |
| I was a kid. | |
| Then life opened up like a little rose. | |
| So I stopped right there and opened up my nose. | |
| And there was some hope that fate would come and reveal its magic in everyone. | |
| That love alone would break the spell and retire that metaphor of hell. | |
| These are the halves that make us whole. | |
| Despite all reason, no control. | |
| We're hesitating at the light. | |
| We're stepping blind into the night. |