The Space Between All Things

All the walls of your house

Were painted in deep blue

You're at that indecisive age to choose colours that reflect you

And everything and nothing

Is in the space between all things

That fascinates as much as it agitates

Words turn me into what I say

As you pull your yellow stained fingers

Through your unkempt hair

I noticed that the corners of your jeans

Were folded neatly into squares

Your thoughts are the strangest place that you've ever been

Stranger even than Los Angeles

It's like a cinema where they never ask you to leave

So I wait and I wait

And concentrate on being as far away

From fate so I wait

And concentrate on being as far away

She had a North Atlantic film star grace

That's why her tears are out of place

That kind of sadness has more style

So nothing will make her smile

Except as soon as anything happens

She'll drag me on the street

And hand in hand we stand protesting

While everyone is still asleep

So I wait and I wait

And concentrate on being as far away

From fate so I wait

And concentrate on being as far away

So I wait and I wait

And concentrate on being as far away

From fate so I wait

And concentrate on being as far away

I wait

I wait

I wait

I wait...