There's never much to say between the moments of   Our games and repartee   There's never much to read between the lines of   What we need and what we'll take      There's never much to talk about or say aloud   But say it anyway   Of holidays and yesterdays, and broken dreams   That somehow slipped away      In books and magazines of how to be and what to see   While you are being   Before and after photographs teach how to pass   From reaching to believing      We live beyond our means on other people's dreams   And that's succeeding   Between the lines of photographs I've seen the past   It isn't pleasing      So strike another match we'll have another cup of wine   And dance until the evening's dead of too much song and time   There's never much to talk about or read between the lines   Of what we dream about when we're apart   And no one's looking on to say you're mine      It was a good year then, it was a good year then, we all remember   The time you threw the looking glass and seemed a fool or very clever   Don't spoil it all, I can't recall a time when you were   Struck without an answer   We'll live a quiet peaceful time between the lines and go together      And I'm striking up the band to play our last hurrah   We'll dance until we've killed another evening off   Don't think of anyone but me, I'll have no lovers on the side   Tonight is all we've ever dreamed about for once let's get it right      We'll go down flying in the end   Through another bottle in between the lines   I'll go down like a ship of state   Let's be gracious now between the lines