Between the Lines

Lyrics

[Verse 1] What keeps you up at night? What are you scared of? The boxes are designed To keep in fear But if you leave, you're out in the cold [Verse 2] The borders cut a line That reaches through us There is no 'either side' The myth consumes us But we live and breathe between the lines [Chorus] The price of never leaving Is to never leave at all You're never leaving (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh) The price of never leaving Is to never leave at all You're never leaving (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh) [Verse 3] What keeps you up at night? What are you scared of? The boxes are designed To keep in fear But if you leave, you're out in the cold [Chorus] The price of never leaving Is to never leave at all You're never leaving (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh) The price of never leaving Is to never leave at all You're never leaving (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh) [Bridge: Erik Garlington] You say you'd rather be the warden than the prisoner But why are those the only options that come to mind? You say all lives are equally important But why are you so quick to bring up 'Black on Black crime'? I'm not looking for a fight, I'm just looking to understand How we can be on the same page about autonomy Except for when it comes to stolen land And when you hear the word 'opposition' Why is my face the first thing that you see? Do you really think that or is that how you were taught to view a community? And who taught your teacher? And your teacher's teacher? Do you think any of them look like me? Who taught you to fear diversity? You say 'God' and 'country' make you feel all-powerful But you fear the poorest few Do you really think they want to be down and out And live to disrupt you? There's more than a single issue You can dream bigger than drinking a cold brew On a porch that the bank lent you So what are the rules? And who all do they apply to? Who's in charge of making them because it certainly isn't me And it damn sure isn't you There's an italicised line in the sand Older than my bloodline Maybe if we follow it back far enough We can unlearn everything we've heard through the royal grapevine (Grapevine, grapevine, grapevine) [Chorus] The price of never leaving Is to never leave at all You're never leaving (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh) The price of never leaving Is to never leave at all You're never leaving (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh)