The Space Between the Bedsheets
I got scars from falling down last night
It's nothing new baby
It's just a new way to stretch my conscience thin
I woke up yea with sleep in my eyes
You finally answered my question why
You never get too close to foolish men
But I've been chasin' her for 5 long years
She moved to Baltimore and back again
Now she's headin' west to search for higher ground
And she's riding on subways and street cars
I never thought it'd be this hard
To swallow the fact she beat me pound for pound
Because the Space Between the Bedsheets is her safety
When she's never been a fan of skin on skin
But when you look past the pain
And her shattered childhood state
Well the beauty that remains
Is like an angel who lost her way
She missed the boat
And somehow landed here
Now the days are slowly creepin' on October
And the Portland rains they've been sleepin' for a week
And I'm on a plane to go and finally see her
And make new shadows at the places that we meet
I'm the first to say I'm not in the best shape to see her
I haven't shaved in weeks
My brand new boots are torn
But my heart is full, intentions clear
My unsure nature slowly disappears
At the thought of our love being a little worn
Because the Space Between the Bedsheets is her safety
And she's never been a fan of skin on skin
But when you look past the pain
And her shattered childhood state
Well, beauty that remains
Is like an angel who lost her way
She missed the boat
And somehow landed here
It's nothing new baby
It's just a new way to stretch my conscience thin
I woke up yea with sleep in my eyes
You finally answered my question why
You never get too close to foolish men
But I've been chasin' her for 5 long years
She moved to Baltimore and back again
Now she's headin' west to search for higher ground
And she's riding on subways and street cars
I never thought it'd be this hard
To swallow the fact she beat me pound for pound
Because the Space Between the Bedsheets is her safety
When she's never been a fan of skin on skin
But when you look past the pain
And her shattered childhood state
Well the beauty that remains
Is like an angel who lost her way
She missed the boat
And somehow landed here
Now the days are slowly creepin' on October
And the Portland rains they've been sleepin' for a week
And I'm on a plane to go and finally see her
And make new shadows at the places that we meet
I'm the first to say I'm not in the best shape to see her
I haven't shaved in weeks
My brand new boots are torn
But my heart is full, intentions clear
My unsure nature slowly disappears
At the thought of our love being a little worn
Because the Space Between the Bedsheets is her safety
And she's never been a fan of skin on skin
But when you look past the pain
And her shattered childhood state
Well, beauty that remains
Is like an angel who lost her way
She missed the boat
And somehow landed here
Credits
Writer(s): Travis Leigh Shallow
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