There always seems to be another sunrise,
shadows being broken by the light.
All fires burn to coals inside,
all the while a body dies.
A little bit of this, a little bit of that,
a little time to think.
Give a friend a kiss, stopping in the street,
counting smiles.
We’re travelling in the in between
with our hearts on our sleeves,
and our lives on our knees.
Is everyone here prepared to leave,
the town of in betweens.
Where no one seems to stay more than a day,
no one seems to care enough.
Where walking’s just the thing to get you by,
in the town of in betweens.
A little bit of this, a little bit of that,
a little time to think.
Give a friend a kiss, stopping in the street,
counting smiles.
We’re travelling in the in between
with our hearts on our sleeves,
and our lives on our knees.
Is everyone here prepared to leave,
the town of in betweens.