_________________________________________________________________. 1) As sung in Santa Cruz February 26 1996. . Somewhere between right and wrong is a love song. Its tongue hits the target but its phone number is always wrong. It speaks through calluses of gentler things. It speaks of kindness. But I don't think you know what that word means. Your love is a bitter seed that only the blind can see. If this is what love is. Then I guess there's no love song left in me. Somewhere between right and wrong is reality. Justice and shame speak foolishly of impractical things. Your kisses are as kind as candles. your hands are as giving as stone. Your mind is kind as Hitler's until night leaves you feeling alone. Your love is something I must do but never be. If this is what love is. Then I guess there's no love song left in me. I didn't mean to fall into darkness. It's just that I trip in the lights. Cause aw man it's hard to see that clearly and not put up a fight. But I knew I wpould break and not bend. Just look at this trouble I'm in. I need to realize. This is how the unhappy half dies. Somewhere between good and bad is every lie I have ever been told. They all come down but good deeds don't count it's what cards you hold. But I'm tired of your grey laughter. I am tired of your hungry eyes. This love is so rotten. It's startin' to attract flies. Your love is something that must do but never be. Its blade is made of jealousy and insecurity. Your love is a bitter seed that only the blind can see. If this is what love is. If this is what love is. Then I guess there's no love song left in me.. ___________________________________________________________________. 2) As sung in Madison NJ on April 13 1996. . Somewhere between right and wrong is a love song. Its tongue hits the target but its phone number is always wrong. It speaks through calluses of gentler things. It speaks of charity. but I don't think you know what that word means. Your love is a bitter seed that only the blind can see. Well if this is what love is. Then I guess there's no love song left in me. Somewhere between right and wrong is reality. Justice and shame speak foolishly of impractical things. I'm tired of your grey laughter. I am tired of your hungry eyes. This love is so rotten it's starting to attract flies. Your love is something that must do but never be. If this is what love is then I guess there's no love song left in me. I didn't mean to fall into darkness. I just trip in the lights. cause aw man it's hard to see that clearly and not put up a fight. I knew then I would break and not bend. Just look at this trouble I'm in. I need to realize. This is how the unhappy half dies. Somewhere between good and bad is every lie I've ever been told. But it all comes done your good deeds don't count it's what cards you hold. Your kisses are as kind as candles. Your hands are as giving as stone. Your mind as kind as Hitler's until night leaves you feeling alone. Your love is a bitter seed that only the blind can see. Its blade is made of jealousy and insecurity. Your love is something I must do but never be. If this is what love is. Yeah if this is what love is. Then I guess there's no love song left in me.