| Once there were times love
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| When we could touch the air between
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| And out acroos this room
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| We’d feel the space with all our schemes
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| And if we’d just touch hands life would shine
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| With electric dreams
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| No matter how many miles
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| Nothing hurt long-distance-hearts
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| And there was always something there
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| That space could never keep apart
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| But now I know inside that something is died
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| When we’re apart
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| All we have are
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| Empty spaces
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| It’s not like we’re building walls
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| Too hard to climb to make us blind
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| It’s just so much numbing space
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| To hollow out the heart and mind
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| And I can hear echoes of ghosts of love
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| We left behind
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| I’ll always love April
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| We fell in love and we planted seeds
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| But now we walk through fallen trees
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| And leaves are crushed beneath
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| And I will always live in Autumn
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| Now we’re agreed
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| All we have are
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| Empty spaces
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| I thought this was meant to be
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| Our love had an energy
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| But only as time evolved
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| And all of our strength dissolved
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| And we’ll never feel the flame that burned so naked
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| Again
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| I walk through Kentish Town
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| And all the rain rain pouring down
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| So many people here
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| But space like this I’ve never found
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| And as I get back home and step inside
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| I realise
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| All I have
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| All I have are
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| Empty spaces |