Inbetweens Songtext

von Withered Hand

The sky's the colour of her pillbox hat
In the motorcade
I'm sucking on the lemons in my lemonade
I'll say, "goodbye cru hotel lobby"
So burn another photograph
Something that you wrote that made me laugh, I'll say
In the margins of the page

Oh Oh

And so it goes
Take the highs with the lows
And the lows of these lows
With the inbetweens

I sign another autograph and you laugh
I take another _ in a stranger's bathroom
They only love me for my body
But suddenly you're getting there
Waving your arms in the air, grow your hair
Say that you don't give a care
They only want you for your money

Oh oh

And so it goes
Take the highs with the lows
And the lows of these lows
With the inbetweens

Oh Oh

And so it goes
Take the highs with the lows
And the lows of these lows
With the inbetweens

Oh what a life
As long as I am alive
I'll try
To reach out to you

Oh Oh

And so it goes
Take the highs with the lows
And the lows of these lows
With the inbetweens

The sky's the colour of her pillbox hat, oh in the motorcade
I'm sucking on the lemons in my lemonade lemonade, I'll say,
"I guess I'll find another hobby"