Somewhere out there in between reality and fantasy you will find me, and Ill be waiting.
Out past where the world ends, past the place no one pretends, beyond the time that the break mends, you see the truth, its fading.
In between my life and dreams, nothing is quite what it seems, I fill the silence up with screams, and I will be there, thinking.
In between the day and night, so far away from wrong or right, bloodied up after this fight, there you'll find me, drinking.
Somewhere between the good and bad, there is no happy, is no sad, you don't want, you never had, there you'll find me, lying.
Sightless noiseless masquerade, an empty and old charade, beyond the giant mess Ive made, you can find me crying.
Between the hope and despair, between love and a nightmare, somewhere that isn't anywhere, there Ill be, alone.
In between the Earth and sky, its not the truth, but not a lie, where all that you can ask is "Why?" Is the place I feel at home.
Between life and insanity, I beg someone to referee, this fight between the world and me, this is where I belong.
Between a smile and a tear, between a moment and a year, you can always find me here, singing a sad song.
Beyond the future and the past, between reality and a looking glass, my soul does all it can to pass, but in the end I stay.
Out somewhere beyond all hope, looking for some way to cope, I tie the noose, I hang the rope, Farewell is all I say.
Somewhere beyond all dreams of love, no help coming from above, there is no peace, no whitewashed dove, instead there's only me.
Past this life I'm almost living, past the end, past the beginning, beyond the sadness and the sinning, is where I long to be.
Past the love, past the hate, before too soon, after too late, in between I see my fate, teardrops, in the mud.
Over, under, in between, I am no king, still I seek my queen, past anything that can be seen, there lies a pool of blood.
Beyond hope and circumstance, left to wander, left to chance, in between the song and dance, I dance alone in shame.
In between the hate and sorrow, between today and tomorrow, past what I owe and what I borrow, I'm slowly going insane.
Between the times I've cried in shame, the tears I've shed from loss and pain, between the thunder and the rain, is where I'll go to die.
Between the full and empty moon, either too late or far too soon, between the midnight and noon, is where I question why.
In between the now and then, between the paper and the pen, past everything I've ever been, I look for the way to go.
In between Heaven and Hell, past everyone I know so well, all the things I'd never tell, in the end, they show.
Between my heart and my mind, inside all the things I've yet to find, between the light and being blind, I fade into the night.
In between you and me, past all I know, all I can see, I will cry out a final plea, I want to do whats right.
Between the empty and the full, not too sharp, not yet dull, beyond ugly, past beautiful, I will draw my last breath.
Stuck somewhere around the middle, in the end I know so little, the Devil plays his golden fiddle, and dances to my death.
In between chance and fate, becoming an empty slate, everything once all seemed great, but now I've fallen off.
Between my tears, within my grief, I see the truth, I am the thief, I've stolen away my own belief, and sold it with a scoff.
Between damnation and redemption, wandering with no direction, I just cant seem to pay attention, and so I wander, far.
I ignored it all, and so I'm lost, wandering, not minding the cost, somewhere between the paths Ive crossed, it is here that you are.
Between all I know and all I hear, past the truth, beyond the fear, all the pain will reappear, once push comes to shove.
Between a reason and just because, between everything everyone does, in the end thats all there ever was, there was only love.
In between my fate and grace, between being me, or saving face, I leave behind not a trace, I leave without a sound.
Between all reason and all rhyme, I run slowly out of time, still so many mountains to climb, but no one is around.
Between where you are and where I am, between the lion and the lamb, I look on, and can only utter "Damn" since I am still right here.
In between all that I know, I see I'm moving far too slow, between where I am and where I long to go, it is too far I fear.
In between the hand and the trigger, my problems in life keep growing bigger, I try to carry on with vigor, but in the end I break.
All the hate and all the lying, all the pain and all the dying, all the struggle, all this trying, its more than I can take.
Somewhere far below the tracks, beyond all reason and all facts, reality, and all life cracks, all of the lines smear.
In the end, past you or I, in the end we all will die, no matter how hard we try, the world will disappear.
And in the end, just three remain, they're hope, and faith, and love.
But looking back, throughout it all, thats all there ever was.
