Some are right underneath And how I look today I’ve been hiding out so long I gotta find another way
Late at night I wanna see you Will my eyes they begin to fade? Am I just living in the space between The beauty and the pain? And the real thing
Now the sky is painted In a wash of indigo I’ve been holding on too long That I hardly know the score
I recognize every face But I ain’t got everything I need If I’m just living in the space between The beauty and the pain It’s the strangest thing
Yeah, should I surround my life Surrounded by a hole Surrounded by no other I wanna ride it home
Yeah, be the writer of your own story Let it turn you onto love again Be the writer of your own story Let it turn you onto love again I wanna ride, I wanna ride