Half-Moon Cafe Letra

At the Half-Moon Cafe, we drink to our livesLike pseudo-believers in loveWe've been through our holes-in-the-walls and the divesWhere you drink to recall what you once had a vision of.And we talk of our lives in a prisonThough we both know it's better to beSafe within our indecisionThan taking the risk to be free.And you were to be a great poetAnd I'd find my fame in songBut we somehow saw failure more closelyThan fame all along.And now you manage a hamburger standAnd I haven't found steady work yetAnd we meet here to talk and pretendThat we know no regret.But how much is chanceHow much would you decideHow much is murder of our dreamsHow much is suicide?So you ask of my latest Top 40And I ask of your latest great fictionAs I step outside I see that the moon is fullI have to laugh at the contradiction.Well, at least we can laugh at our dreamsThough it's really much more bitter than sweetSometimes through all of this fragmentationI imagine what it feels to be complete.But how much is chanceHow much would you decideHow much is murder of our dreamsHow much is suicide?