I want the middle Not the in-between I want the ending Not the lucid dream
Building our blue prints on desire The answer will seem to be A life of only me
Caught in the middle while leapt from the brink I felt myself slip into the sea Watching your eyes Knowing that I Might not want what you can give to me And so you see
Unlocking chests filled with history I saw you there Writing in your diary
Building our passions on desire And the answer will seem to be A life of only me
Caught in the middle while leapt from the brink I felt myself slip into the sea Watching your thighs, knowing that I Might not want what I can get for free And so you see My insides feel tired And so you see Caught up in wires spun from me
And I will find you Wherever you may be Even if then A million miles from me