In Between

A presence of disease
This place, this race

A constant wearing down
To weaken and destroy

As lap after lap
The riders give in
To the slippery road
Where they lose all control

In a matter of moments
There will be no more dreams
At night

Contributes to this risk
The speed, the greed

The driver's skill, the will
To collide
Then to hide

Unseen they sleep out
Disappear, but they're near
As they wander around
Not so safe, not so sound

In a minefield of memories
The place in between
Wrong and right

It begins
It crawls
It deserves
It happens
In a corner
Of a notebook
In a public house
In solitude
In a mournful praise
In parting

In a matter of moments
There will be no more dreams
At night
In a minefield of memories
The place in between
Wrong and right