Hand Habits
In Between
She came down from the mountain
Just to leave that life behind
And in the darkness, dreams around us
I could hear that spirit cry

In the garden, burning flowers
Goldenseal, a deadly night
And in the smoke rings I sense violence
That conceals all that was right

Out across that plane
I'm not going there to stay
It's just how, how it seems
I’m afraid of the world in between of what we don’t see

So let your eyes rest on the yellow
You may find yourself at ease
And if that demon of love won’t let you go
Just lie down and be received

Out across that plane
I'm not going there to stay
Its just how, how it seems
I’m afraid of the world in between of what we don’t see