The In-Between Place - Crash Test Dummies

I can’t tell what’s true

So it’s harder to lie

I haven’t got the proofs

My equations run dry

I’m in the in between place

Where the seam meets the cloth

Where the lily pad’s face

Shines up out of the bog

I’ve still got my mind

My body, and my heart

I can still be unkind

I can still come apart

I’m in the in between place

Where the seam meets the cloth

Where the lily pad’s face

Shines up out of the bog

Where the line in the sand

Is drawn with a stick

'Til the winds sweep the land

And blow the air thick

The place where the sky

Meets up with the land

Where the 1 watches 1

That it longs to command