Half There and Dancing Lyrics

I'm not a saint, I'm not a soldier
I'm just a picture frame that could not hold her
But don't cry for me, Argentina
I tried to make a bride out of a ballerina

And she's still, half there and dancing
Half there and dancing
Half there and dancing in my room
Do the stars above ever long
To be put back together?


Or is it better to drift apart forever?
Half there and dancing
Half there and dancing
Half there and dancing in the dark