The Hours Between - The Proclaimers

Your love began

It couldn’t fly so it ran

On legs of animal instinct

Stronger than

Some deadening plan

That doesn’t see the power

Of the space between the trees

And the hours between the hours

Some try to make themselves fall

Some don’t believe it at all

Some like the peace and the silence

Some like the pain and the violence

Your love broke free

Of what you thought it would be

It crossed every «I»

And dotted every «T»

Made lots of fun of your disease

Took pleasure in your shame

And a hammer to your knees

Maybe you’re on the wrong track

But you’d never find the way back

To where you were when it was just you

There’s nothing can bring any sense to

Your love that lives

And loves to laugh at the hate

To triumph over it daily

To demonstrate

To take lots of time

To think about the power

Of the space between the trees

And the hours between the hours