I can't figure out how we got here Letting it all decay With seven words left on paper We'll disconnect the day And you won't And you won't And you won't I think that's clear And that's all around us As ghosts and machines With their real beings inside them If there's a hole in the key At the bar in the basement For another glass of tea Our love is a violin Comes in space in between Our love is a violin Our love is a violin And the taste has got a texture The smoke has not a sound The fat breed that was fixed here Inherent in the ground And the taste has got a texture And that's all around us As ghosts and machines With their real beings inside them If there's a hole in the key At the bar in the basement For another glass of tea Our love is a violin Space in between And as much as I'd like to Believe there's a truth About our illusion I've come to conclude There's just nothing beyond it My mind can't perceive Except for the pictures and My space in between My space in between My space in between My space in between