In a faraway place I feel lonely so the thinking begins About
memories and geography, how they build how they make Three
dimensional landscapes of what I was, of who I am A lost kid in
the market on a busy weekend
If there are patterns in life, i need some dye, could I weave them? All
the caring people that I meet the public miracles I greet as a human I
am trying my best, I swear to god, I'm gonna make something of this
A world around, A world now gone, a world not yet nothing it must
be it must be
Something In between
If you are listening I want you to know that you're my best
friend With uncertainty on my knees I feel the sun warming
up my head
And if we sing, if we laugh, if we scream, or if we cry
If we write or if we fly, if we sink or if we find
A world around, a world now gone, a world not yet
nothing
It must be it must be it must be
Something in between
