[Verse 1]
Robert Lowell and Sylvia Plath
We walk together down the primrose path
Side by side and each by each
You watch yourself until you're out of reach

[Chorus]
Now you're split in two
And each side still isn't you
And you know how that sounds
But it keeps being true

[Verse 2]
Robert Lowell and Sylvia Plath
It's nice if you ignore the aftermath
On your right: the verse, the rhyme
On the left: a ghoulish pantomime

[Chorus]
Now you're split in two
And each side still isn't you
And you know how that sounds
But it keeps being true

[Bridge]
And what's to become of me?
What am I doing here?
[Verse 3]
Robert Lowell and Sylvia Plath
Paint and plaster, stripped down to the lath
One now broken, one now dust
Victim of a mental wanderlust

[Chorus]
Now you're split in two
And each side still isn't you
And you know how that sounds
But it keeps being true

[Outro]
And what's to become of me?
What am I doing here?