Between Pictures Songtext

Pumps drunk with oil
Dance like prehistoric locusts
On the hills to LAX.
People fill their tanks in flights of fancy.
Actors waiting tables with a method they can't share.
Waiting for what's next, waitin' for the big screen in disrepair
I mean, despair
I mean, that actor standing there
Are we not all actors, and the whole wide world our stage?
Nah, some are worthy writers, with the grit to hit the page.