In-Between There is a Swing

As the volume slips between
That point of walls and scene
And we cannot begin to see
But we can always go far

In-between the voices calling
Loud and soft and always crying
There was that point that what we say
Is there to make us feel estranged

But there are places we’re left dreaming
And a place that’s like it’s swinging
Listen to the chains that fall
And clatter round like broken books

From our lives that are a clutter
And the hearts left in a flutter
Like a butterfly that flies in circles
Trying to find it’s way back to you

And we’re all just spinning round
And there’s nothing to be found
Along that strip of bedding sands
And children’s calls

We will meet there everyday
Where our inners come to play
And swing while holding hands
In our world of in-between