Liminal Spaces, a song

Waiting out here in the hall
Don’t want to sit but I just can’t stand it anymore
I thought I heard my number call
Look through the keyhole but I just can’t see behind the door

Lost in liminal spaces
Sunset on Holy Saturday
In these in-between places
I can’t go but I can’t stay
But I thought I caught a glimpse of your face
Floating with me in liminal space

Waiting at the terminal
I missed my train and yet it’s somewhere coming down the track
Don’t know where I’m supposed to go
I can’t go on and yet I know I’m never going back

Lost in liminal spaces
Sunset on Holy Saturday
In these in-between places
I can’t go but I can’t stay
But I thought I caught a glimpse of your face
Floating with me in liminal space

Liminal spaces, liminal spaces

Colours turning green to red
Winter’s welcome and the summer’s fond farewell
New life burns auburn among the dead
It’s all so beautiful, it gets so hard for me to tell

Lost in liminal spaces
Sunset on Holy Saturday
In these in-between places
I can’t go but I can’t stay
But I thought I caught a glimpse of your face
Floating with me in liminal space