| Another day, I call and never speak |
| You would say, «Nothing's changed at all» |
| And I can’t feel much hope for anything |
| If I won’t be there to catch you if you fall |
| Again, it seems we meet |
| In the spaces, in between |
| We always say, «It won’t be long» |
| But then something’s always wrong |
| Another game of putting things aside |
| As if we’ll come back to them sometimes |
| A brace of hope, a pride of innocence |
| And you would say, «Somethin' has gone wrong» |
| Again, it seems we meet |
| In the spaces, in between |
| We always say, «It won’t be long» |
| But then something’s always wrong |
| La-ra-da-ra |
| La-ra-da-ra-da |
| Da-ra-da-ra |
| Da-ra-da-ra-ra |
| And again, we fail, it seems we meet and mend |
| In the spaces safe, in between intent |
| We always say too much, won’t been long, been gone |
| Oh, but something’s always wrong |
| Something’s always wrong |
| Something’s always wrong |