And this is where I stay, in between the in between
No more cold winter days
No more sudden tragedies
If you really want to know me take away the human heart and stab it with
something not so sharp
Twist like her finger in my hair she's got a brand new white canvas on her
face for me to splatter with paint
She's got nothing more than what was left running down her throat
The best of us was left in your sheets,
restoring things here in between defining what everything means to me
The truth's sometimes so hard to see, in my passive uncertainty,
it's a chorus with no melody
She's got a brand new white canvas on her face
The best of us was left in your sheets