Strangest Thing

Some are right underneath And how I look today I've been hiding out so long I gotta find another way Late at night, I wanna see you Will my eyes, they begin to fade Am I livin' in the space between The beauty and the pain And the real thing? Now the sky is painted In a wash of indigo I've been hidin' it so long That I hardly know the score I recognize every face But I still got everything I need Am I livin' in the space between The beauty and the pain? It's the strangest thing Should I surround the night Surrounded by thе hole? Surrounded by no other? I wanna ridе it home Yeah, be the writer of your own story Let it turn into your heart again Yeah, be the writer of your own story Let it turn into your heart again I wanna run, I wanna know Yeah, be the writer of your own story Ooh Yeah, be the writer of your own story Ooh-ooh