He said you stand in your own shoes
 I said I'd rather stand in someone else's
 He said you look from your direction
 I said I like to keep perspective

 Close to the middle of the network
 It seems we're looking for a center
 What if it turns out to be hollow?
 We could be fixing what is broken

 Between the pen and the paperwork
 There must be passion in the language
 Between the muscle and the brain work
 There must be feeling in the pipeline

 Beyond the duty and the discipline
 I know there's anger in a cold place
 All feelings fall into the big space
 Swept up like garbage on the week-end

 Between the pen and the paperwork
 There must be passion in the language
 Between the muscle and the brain work
 There must be feeling in the pipeline

 All feeling
 Falls into the big space
 All feeling
 Swept into the
 Avenues of angles

 Between the pen and the paperwork
 I'm sure there's passion in the language
 Between the muscle and the brain work
 I know there's feeling in the pipeline