In Between the Sheets

And this is where I stay, in between the in between

No more cold winter days

No more sudden tragedies

If you really want to know me take away the human heart

And stab it with something not so sharp

Twist like her finger in my hair

Twist like her finger in my hair

Twist like her finger in my hair

She's got a brand new white canvas on her

Face for me to splatter with paint

She's got a brand new white canvas on her

Face for me to splatter with paint

She's got nothing more than what was left running down her throat

The best of us

The best of us was left in your sheets

The best of us was left in your sheets

(Restoring things here in between defining what everything means to me

The truth's sometimes so hard to see, in my passive uncertainty)

It's a chorus with no melody

A chorus

She's got a brand new white canvas on her face

She's got a brand new white canvas on her face

The best of us was left in your sheets

The best of us was left in your sheets

The best of us was left in your sheets