(Through you I see I...). Between a broken nose and a fake smile. Between piety and gunpowder. Between fighting and fleeing the scene. Between murder and diplomacy. Between regression and in oblivion. Between brutal and realistically well behaved. Between sleeping and pulling in the reins. Between tiptoeing and ambling. What am I to do with all this fire?. (I'd like to hit you but I could never hit you.). Would you stay with me in this red space?. (I'd like to slap you but I could never slap you.). Chorus (2X):. Between violence and silently seething. Between my fist and my pollyanna flower. Between "Fuck you!" to your face and "It's all right.". Between war and denial.. Between flying vases and secretly weeping. Between loose cannons and ever downplaying. Between bruises and nobly deferring. Between bursting and boiling. What am I to do with all this burning?. (I'd like to hurt you but I could never hurt you.). Do I overwhelm you in this place?. (I'd like to kill you but I could never kill you.). Chorus (2X). What am I to do with all this fire?. Can you understand me in this place?.