Текст песни In Between - Akerman

Your eyes are open to a land in between
A yellowing card in your hand
Dystopian harmonies thick yet inviting
A red tint to the sand

Crumpled papers mark a path
To a palm tree bearing strange fruit
A dove's cry makes you look to the heaven
A hawk flying by in pursuit

The dove drops seeking refuge beside you
The hawk moving in for the kill
Some clocks run in different directions
Imagine that, standing still

Gnawing engines make you turn your head
The eastern sky hinting of morn
Nameless figures surround a pile of ashes
From which a phoenix is born

The phoenix drops seeking refuge beside you
The hawk moving in for the kill
Some clocks run in different directions
Imagine that, standing still