Form my thoughts far away
I leave, I don't stay
But the space between us is dark
In a 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
It's 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 of today, some time this week
I need a train, I need more time
I'm done f*cking around
Keep feeling this way and I can't breathe
I'm underneath a whole heap of grief
I need to let it out
They won't understand
Timing out
Butterflies fly around
Butterflies fly around
Maybe with space, it'll maybe get better
Maybe with space, it might get better
Things might get better, things might get better
Fading out, fading out again