From our thoughts far away
I leave, I don't stay
But the space between us is dark
In the cage of your heart

Our picture of a room
Our stillness our Moon
And in between the gaps of the stars
We lay in the dark

Oh it's so empty this space

So empty this space
It weighs heavy on my plate
And in between us is a grave
In a field far away

It's our vacuum
It's our vacuum
It's our vacuum
It's our vacuum

I'm not sure what's the day
Sometime this week
I need a train
I need more time
I'm done fucking around
I keep feeling this weight
And I can't breathe from underneath
A whole heap of grief
I need to let it out
They won't undеrstand
Timing out
Butterflies, fly around
Butterfliеs, fly around
Maybe with space
It might get better
Things might get better
Things might get better
Feel it all
And feel it all again