inbetween this stop-slow motion   things are looking as good as chosen   things are sounding as good as spoken   but we're still so young   there's so much dangerous driving to be done   wheels deflated by the sun   sounds like fun      the visuals   are rolling in   projecting all   our dirty things   she says don't worry   i don't anymore   but you can only miss   what you're worried for      hardly even notice anymore   the light on the air   in the tree's that frame your door   don't notice that your arms    are bruising my neck so sore   don't notice your line of sight   when you're talking   but staring at the floor   so many interesting things   you just don't notice anymore      the visuals   are rolling in   projecting all   our dirty things   she says don't worry   i don't anymore   but you can only miss   what you're worried for   you're not giving much away   but your much isn't much these days   just alot of fantastic dreams   ideas on what's for the best   and what the best can mean      and you don't have the right to be bitter   and you don't have the right to be sad   and you don't have the right to the spaces   inbetween   inbetween our hands       my part in the sinking   what the hell were you thinking   is it any better this feeling   that your stealing   my part in the sinking   what the hell were you thinking   is it any better this feeling   that your sealing in