Between The Lines

There's never much to say between the moments of our games and repartee There's never much to read between the lines of what we need and what we'll take There's never much to talk about or say aloud, but say it anyway Of holidays, and yesterdays, and broken dreams that somehow slipped away In books and magazines of how to be and what to see while you are being Before and after photographs teach how to pass from reaching to believing We live beyond our means on other people's dreams and that's succeeding Between the lines of photographs I've seen the past - it isn't pleasing So strike another match We'll have another cup of wine and dance until the evening's dead of too much song and time There's never much to talk about or read between the lines of what we dream about when we're apart and no one's looking on to say "You're mine" It was a good year then It was a good year then - we all remember the time you threw the looking glass and seemed a fool - or very clever Don't spoil it all; I can't recall a time when you were struck without an answer We'll live a quiet, peaceful time between the lines, and go together I'm striking up the band to play our last hurrah We'll dance until we've killed another evening off Don't think of anyone but me I'll have no lovers on the side Tonight is all we've ever dreamed about for once let's get it right I'll go down flying in the end Throw another bottle in between the lines I'll go down like a ship of state so let's be gracious now between the lines