Feelings for Doom
Here in the in between
The been-between
The sin between
We are the men between
The ocean and the sky.
Stuck in the borrowed now
With furrowed brow
We don’t know how
Our lives are born to us
Where all things go to die.
Here in the in between
The been-between
The sin between
We are the men between
The ocean and the sky.
Stuck in the borrowed now
With furrowed brow
We don’t know how
Our lives are born to us
Where all things go to die.