Lyrics:
I can't tell what's trueSo it's harder to lieI haven't got the proofsMy equations run dryI'm in the in between place,Where the seam meets the clothWhere the lily pad's faceShines up out of the bogI've still got my mindMy body, and my heartI can still be unkindI can still come apartI'm in the in between place,Where the seam meets the clothWhere the lily pad's faceShines up out of the bogWhere the line in the sandIs drawn with a stick'Til the winds sweep the landAnd blow the air thickThe place where the skyMeets up with the landWhere the 1 watches 1That it longs to command