Can't figure out how we got here,
Living on decay.
The 7 words left on paper
Will disconnect the day.
And you want
A new want
And you want
Anything that's clear
And it's all around us
As ghosted machines.
Would the real be just silent
If there's a hole in the key?
At the bar in the basement
For an hour-glass of tea.
Our love is a violent
Constant space in between.
And the taste has got a texture,
Smoke has not a sound.
The fabric that was fixed here
Inherent in the ground.
And it's all around us
As ghosted machines.
Would the real be just silent
If there's a hole in the key?
At the bar in the basement
For an hour-glass of tea.
Our love is a violent
Constant space in between.
And as much as I'd like to
Believe there's a truth
About our illusion, well
I've come to conclude:
There's just nothing beyond it
The mind can perceive
Except for the pictures in
The space in between.
Jan Blomqvist - The Space in Between (Live in Munich) Lyrics
Jan Blomqvist - The Space in Between (Live in Munich) Lyrics
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Can't figure out how we got here,
Living on decay.
The 7 words left on paper
Will disconnect the day.
And you want
A new want
And you want
Anything that's clear
And it's all around us
As ghosted machines.
Would the real be just silent
If there's a hole in the key?
At the bar in the basement
For an hour-glass of tea.
Our love is a violent
Constant space in between.
And the taste has got a texture,
Smoke has not a sound.
The fabric that was fixed here
Inherent in the ground.
And it's all around us
As ghosted machines.
Would the real be just silent
If there's a hole in the key?
At the bar in the basement
For an hour-glass of tea.
Our love is a violent
Constant space in between.
And as much as I'd like to
Believe there's a truth
About our illusion, well
I've come to conclude:
There's just nothing beyond it
The mind can perceive
Except for the pictures in
The space in between.
Living on decay.
The 7 words left on paper
Will disconnect the day.
And you want
A new want
And you want
Anything that's clear
And it's all around us
As ghosted machines.
Would the real be just silent
If there's a hole in the key?
At the bar in the basement
For an hour-glass of tea.
Our love is a violent
Constant space in between.
And the taste has got a texture,
Smoke has not a sound.
The fabric that was fixed here
Inherent in the ground.
And it's all around us
As ghosted machines.
Would the real be just silent
If there's a hole in the key?
At the bar in the basement
For an hour-glass of tea.
Our love is a violent
Constant space in between.
And as much as I'd like to
Believe there's a truth
About our illusion, well
I've come to conclude:
There's just nothing beyond it
The mind can perceive
Except for the pictures in
The space in between.
Writer: FELIX LEHMANN, JAN FRETER, RYAN MATHIESEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Motor Songs GmbH
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Motor Songs GmbH