I meet a girl, my heart is free,
then I’m not sure if she’s for me.
Oh how I wish I wasn’t constantly in the oeuvre of the in-between…
I call her up to say hello,
what happens next, well I don’t know.
This is a case that I can’t seem to face, in the oeuvre of the in-between…
Now if my heart could make its mind up,
then I would choose that special one.
But every time I do, I wind up with a thousand questions,
answers for which I have none.
So, I will stay alone and free,
away from pain and mystery,
until I find the girl who’ll live with me in the oeuvre of the in-between.