The Space In Between

Can’t figure out how we got here
Living on decay
The 7 Words left on paper
Will disconnect the day

And you want a new want
And you want anything that’s clear

And it’s all around us
As ghosted machines
Would the real be just silent
If there’s a hole in the key?

At the bar in the basement
For an hour-glass of tea
Our love is a violent
Constant space in between

And the taste has got a texture
Smoke has not a sound
The fabric that was fixed here
Inherent in the ground

And it’s all around us
As ghosted machines
Would the real be just silent
If there’s a hole in the key?

At the bar in the basement
For an hour-glass of tea
Our love is a violent
Space in between

And as much as I’d like to
Believe there’s a truth
About our illusion, well
I’ve come to conclude

There’s just nothing beyond it
The mind can perceive
Except for the pictures in
The space in between
The space in between