The Space In Between

Can't figure out how we got here
 Living on decay
 The seven words left on paper
 Will disconnect the day
 And you want, and you 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 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 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
 
 Can't figure out how we got here
 Living on decay
 The seven words left on paper
 Will disconnect the day
 And you want, and you 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 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 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
 
 Can't figure out how we got here
 Living on decay
 The seven words left on paper
 Will disconnect the day
 And you want, and you 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 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 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