Between

(Liza Romanova)

This song is about uncertainty.

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No matter what we do, we can't cease being in between
You're entering, greeting and leaving this weary room again
Take all your stuff and go away and don't come back for me
Or leave your toothbrush in my bathroom, and finally stay with me

I'm already at loss to understand the most trivial things
The beginning is the end, and the end's the beginning
I can't even describe, 'cause don't know what I want from him
Oh, go away! Don't touch! Hold on! No, please! Hold it! 

So tell me, what to do then?
Unpack my bags, or to hit the road again?
So explain to me, where to go?
Lie down by your side, or go back home?
So show me, where's my place?
At arm's length, or much closer still
So lead me to the entrance or exit
Because I'm tired of being in between

My Mr. John Doe is a mystery, he could steal the show
But how can I applaud him in the game "easy come and  go"
You're kind of gone quite far, but you've still left me haunted
Told me a million pretty words, but still left unwanted

So tell me, what to do then?
Unpack my bags, or to hit the road again?
So explain to me, where to go?
Lie down by your side, or go back home?
So show me, where's my place?
At arm's length, or much closer still?
So lead me to the entrance or exit
Because I'm tired of being in between

And I'm happy, and then a little bit saddened,
Feeling like i'm with bruises, feeling like i'm with scratches
And I'm downcast, but then again i'm so lucky
It will never stop? So then let's get used to and delight

So tell me, what to do then?
Unpack my bags, or to hit the road again?
So explain to me, where to go?
Lie down by your side, or go back home?
So show me, where's my place?
At arm's length, or much closer still?
So lead me to the entrance or exit
Because I'm tired of being in between
© Liza Romanova 2018