Inbetweens - Withered Hand

The sky’s the colour of her pillbox hat

in the motorcade

I’m sucking on the lemons in my lemonade

I’ll say, «goodbye cru hotel lobby»

So burn another photograph

something that you wrote that made me laugh, I’ll say

in the margins of the page

Oh Oh

and so it goes

take the highs with the lows

and the lows of these lows

with the inbetweens

I sign another autograph and you laugh

I take another _ in a stranger’s bathroom

they only love me for my body

But suddenly you’re getting there

waving your arms in the air, grow your hair

say that you don’t give a care

they only want you for your money

Oh oh

and so it goes

take the highs with the lows

and the lows of these lows

with the inbetweens

Oh Oh

and so it goes

take the highs with the lows

and the lows of these lows

with the inbetweens

Oh what a life

as long as I am alive

I’ll try

to reach out to you

Oh Oh

and so it goes

take the highs with the lows

and the lows of these lows

with the inbetweens

The sky’s the colour of her pillbox hat, oh in the motorcade

I’m sucking on the lemons in my lemonade lemonade, I’ll say,

«I guess I’ll find another hobby»