Cynic – The Space For This 0

Space, raise my arms.
Space, wake my eyes.
Space, grace my heart.

Can I be the space for this.

Soft omens
Traced in air
Phantom warnings,
Disassembling the captain’s chair.

Can I be the space for this?
Will I be the space for this?

Breathe out, breathe in.

Out of ruins,
We’ve haunted like owls
The future druids
Drop the crystal goblet forming spells.

Can I be the space for this?
Will I be the space for this?

Breathe in, breathe out.
Must I bend the sky to realize?

A bundle of thoughts
On a dirty cloth perfumed
To tell you who you are.
A bundle of thoughts
On a lonely ghost pursuit
Lost inside the space for this.

Raise my arms
Space, wake my eyes
Space, grace my heart.

Can I be the space for this?
Will I be the space for this?
Breathe in, breathe out.
Must I bend the sky to realize?

Can I be the space for this? (I will.)
Will I be the space for this?
Must I bend the sky to recognize?

I can be the space for this?
I will be the space for this?

I am now the space for this,
I am now the space for this,
I just bend the sky and realize.