I’ve been living in the space between the almost
The not-yet and the wanting and the ghost
Of everything I haven’t done but intend to do
The whole world is suspended here with you
Not a bad place, not a cold or empty zone
It’s charged with everything that’s still unknown
Suspended in the wanting, hanging in the air
Between the reaching and the not-yet-there
Suspended in the current of the in-between
The sweetest kind of tension I have ever seen
I ain’t in a hurry to resolve this thing
I like the weight of what the wanting brings
The possibility that lives before the fact
The desire whole and perfect, fully intact
Before the getting comes and changes it
This wanting is a fire that’s fully lit
Suspended in the wanting, hanging in the air
Between the reaching and the not-yet-there
Suspended in the current of the in-between
The sweetest kind of tension I have ever seen
There’s a kind of richness in the unfulfilled
The wide-open wanting, broad and filled
With everything that hasn’t happened yet
That perfect open space I don’t regret
Suspended in this state, I feel alive
This wanting is the thing that makes me thrive
Suspended in the wanting, hanging in the air
Between the reaching and the not-yet-there
Suspended in the current of the in-between
The sweetest kind of tension I have ever seen