Between کے بول

between fiction and reality I spread out my life here's so nice, so warm I feel so safe when noone's left to blame when nobody's home I'm asking myself, and afraid of answers - well known to me two answers - two sides... I've decided to stay... between right and wrong, doubt and hope I'll be there between rise and fall, shout and calm I'll be there please, find me there... hard to say - who am I guess I'm still learning how to live... I feel I should run, the horizon remains empty between beginning and the end between sadness and happiness I must run in the side of the rising sun two answers... between right and wrong... where's my home? to which side I belong? soul, need a soul... is sadness calling? is sadness coming? is sadness calling me?