Room in the Middle - Jake Morley

Honey, I’ve been pacing between two walls

Greedy steps, eating air, wearing out my floor

One wall is a mean cliff-face

The other means trouble

But there’s room in the middle

I got a bladed pendulum

That cuts with each swing

And the noise of the clock’s so loud

It’s all I can think

It seems to move straight through

From one tick to another

But there’s room in the middle

But there’s room in the middle

Everybody’s talking

But I can’t join in

Words bounce around the mirrors on

The inside of my skin

One ear hears the rattle of the cage

The other hears nothing

But there’s room in the middle

This bed’s been holding you

Much better than me

Not been myself, not even sure

Now what that means

And you’re clinging onto one edge

As I’m hanging off the other

But there’s room in the middle

But there’s room in the middle