More than just stories come with more than two sides
And if you’d pay attention, you may be all the wise
Things are cut in half and, it always how they’ve been split
You don’t know the half of it

You don’t hear the half
It’s all the riff and raff
You don’t know the half of it

Oh because black is not a color even when it is white
The dark becomes brighter, the more you move into the light
If something is taller than you are, the more it has height
You don’t know the half of it

You don’t know the half
When to cry or laugh
You don’t know the half of it

We can either be coming or going, we can go or stay
A door can open and close, we can go through it two ways
It’s nice to know after night they’ll always be another day
And you don’t know the half of it

You don’t see the half
You can’t do the math
You don’t know the half of it.