There's always something wrong
Sometimes what's left is what we're missing
Something we don't see, don't feel
Everything we don't have, yet we pretend
I almost did what I wanted
I almost had something I could
Again that almost, that always, that nothing
With me on this long and winding road
There's always so little missing
In the middle of your street
On the dark side of the moon
In the middle of your street
On the dark side of the moon
Glass half full, glass half empty
The body only warms up when the air is cold
I don't wanna remember that it makes no sense
Or regret not having lived
Life is long, life is short
When everybody talks and nobody listens to me
Blind people who don't know where they're going
Here's one more in that crowd
There's always so little missing
In the middle of your street
On the dark side of the moon
In the middle of your street
On the dark side of the moon
I was thirsty, they gave me gasoline
I ask for nothing, they give me even less
I guess I didn't really get it
The perfection of the imperfect
Wanting what couldn't have been
To be made of steel and not of glass
There's always so little missing
In the middle of your street
On the dark side of the moon
In the middle of your street
On the dark side of the moon