Spinning tires when the road gets muddy
cut a trail, no room to fail when you’re hungry
get the money
beat that game
get the dead meat
don’t leave a trace
be the space between the raindrops
falling
falling on my head
talking in my sleep
should be popping out of bed
sharpening my teeth
line the pockets with some bread
I got your message
don’t remember what it said…

Cold, cold heart is where the monsters live
Not in the closet or under the bridge
Most of the darkness lies up in your head
Not beneath the stairs, or under the bed
Cold, cold heart is where the monsters live
Not in the closet or under the bridge
Most of the darkness lies up in your head
Not beneath the stairs, or under the bed

Take another holiday
not a lot will pay attention
we can be on different roads
while moving in the same direction
break the tension
put yourself at ease
focus on the crumbs
while the rats take the cheese
just a passenger’s fee
means to an end
clean paper and a pen
put it down for the sake of the document
there’s no need to fake your accomplishments

Be the space between the raindrops
Tick tock you don't stop until your brain pops
And rains thoughts that are ingrained over terrain plots
Be the space between the raindrops, raindrops

Time to thread the needle through the opening
Learn to bob and weave with these broken wings
Hear the pitter patter as it trickles down
Find the pattern in the intermittent sound
It's all about right here and right now
Send the signal through the darkness to the lighthouse
Through the narrow hallways always duck and move
Find the space between, now it's up to you

Cold, cold heart is where the monsters live
Not in the closet or under the bridge
Most of the darkness lies up in your head
Not beneath the stairs, or under the bed
Cold, cold heart is where the monsters live
Not in the closet or under the bridge
Most of the darkness lies up in your head
Not beneath the stairs, or under the bed

Spinning tires when the road gets muddy
cut a trail, no room to fail when you’re hungry
get the money
beat that game
get the dead meat
don’t leave a trace
be the space between the raindrops
falling
falling on my head
talking in my sleep
should be popping out of bed
sharpening my teeth
line the pockets with some bread
I got your message
don’t remember what it said

Be the - space - between the raindrops
rai-raindrops fallin' on my
Be-be-be the - space - between the raindrops
Tick tock you don't stop until your brain pops!