In Between

Can't figure out how we got here
Living on decay
The seven words left on paper
Will disconnect the dayAnd you want
And you want
And you want
Anything thats clearAnd 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 hourglass of tea
Our love is a violent
Constant space in betweenAnd the taste has got a texture
Smoke has not a sound
The fabric that was fixed here
Inherent in the groundAnd 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 hourglass of tea
Our love is a violent
Constant space in betweenAnd 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 betweenThe space in between