Once there were times Love
when we could touch the air between
and out acroos this room
we'd just touch hands life would shine
with electric dreams.
No matter how many miles
nothing hurt long-distance-hearts
and there was always something there
that space could never keep apart
but now I know inside that something is died
when we're apart
all we have are
empty spaces.
It's not like we're building walls
too hard to climb to make us blind
it's just so much numbing space
to hollow out the heart and mind
and I can hear echoes of ghosts of love
we left behind.
I'll always love April
we fell in love and we planted seeds
but now we walk through fallen trees
and leaves are crushed beneath
and I will always live in Autumn
now we're agreed
all we have are
empty spaces.
