Photographs on the wall

Frozen in time we smile

Neatly hung in the hall

Moments caught like old hair styles

Summer trips far away

Homecoming King and Queen

But can these pictures really say

What happened in between



In between our finest days

And all the ones we waste away

In between the dreaming and the coming true

In between the lines we draw

And all the ones we cross we are

Heroes, we are villains, we are everything

In between



We remember the highs

We can't forget the lows

But we spend most of our lives

Somewhere in between them both

We become who we are

Without even noticing

Over breakfast dishes and bedtime prayers

And what we do in between



In between our finest days

And all the ones we waste away

In between the dreaming and the coming true

In between the lines we draw

And all the ones we cross we are

Heroes, we are villains, we are everything

In between



In between our finest days

And all the ones we waste away

In between the dreaming and the coming true

In between the lines we draw

And all the ones we cross we are

Heroes, we are villains, we are

Lovers, we are leavers we are

Skeptics or believers, we are everything

In between