In The Oeuvre of The In-Between

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.