There are the days for everything,
And then, there are the days for nothing at all,
And I, who like to live in the middle of things,
I feel so embarassed,
Not knowing where to spend my time,
I’m very interested in that time,
That runs in betweeen the hours when everything happens,
And the hours when nothing happens at all.
I swear that one day I’ll invent a dimension just for me.
Then call it whatever you want,
Because I won’t even name it.