Empty Space - The Narrative

So tell me, if you’re ready

Then why are your palms sweaty?

Grab tight, your knuckles white

Wind up and swing with all your might

All that will be hanging, by days spent in the dark

Have you had enough, have you had enough?

You build yourself a house, a house that’s not a home

If every shadow is your own, is your own

Time stands still, your movement froze

And staring down at what you broke

And walk on, the dust will lift from the ground

And settle into new found comfort in your empty space

Eyes drowning, surrounding colours bleed into the air

And the life you stood by dissolves in arbitrary lines

You drew just to have something to cross

Have you had enough, have you had enough?

So dirty up your hands, the hands that used to

This whole foundation let go, let go

Time stands still, your movement froze

And staring down at what you broke

And walk on, the dust will lift from the ground

And settle into new found comfort in your empty space

So tear it, rip away my pain my memory

Stare at all the nothing you created

Tear it, rip away my pain my memory

Stare at all the nothing you created

Time stands still, your movement froze

And staring down at what you broke

And walk on, the dust will lift from the ground

And settle into new found comfort in your empty space