Between the cracks in the pavement and the holes in our lives
Between selfish superstition and the open road
Between nostalgic remembrance and neurotic delight
There's nothing to protect us from the falling sky
We call the shots, we know we're in it for life
We trawl the streets for those who know it's not right
We bite our tongues and let the anger subside
We fight in packs and learn to stay on the ride
Time will tell
Between the headaches, the heartbreaks
And the social disgrace
Between contrition, remission and the breaking glass
Between blood and bone, out of sight
Stuck in some kind of hell
Reassure me that everything is gonna be alright
We're trapped and blinded by the city lights
The lovers have all bedded down for the night
The cops and crooks cruise the streets looking for a fight
The song fades to an unheard peace
Or stops dead like a gunshot
And you say to yourself
'This is truly what I'm not'