Why is it?
Everytime I get a sense of freedom
A war breaks out
Why is it?
Everytime I get to the solid ground
it all gives out

Wrestled with the universe
'til I got a bad knee
Tumbled in the dark
for a reason to see
Cradled by love and I felt so empty
Giving all I got
So I won't get tied down

There are spaces left to fly
There are better reasons to cry
There are spaces left to fly
There are better reasons to die

Why is it?
When we finally get the answer
we doubt
Why is it?
just before the shore we often drown
just before the silence we get loud

Wrestled with the universe
'til I got a bad knee
Tumbled in the dark
for reasons to see
Cradled by love and I felt so empty
Close the curtain while it's going good
so we can take a bow

There are spaces left to fly
Better reasons to cry
There are spaces left to fly
Better reasons to die

Tell me you will never lose your reason
to breathe
Tell me you will always see the black
under the green
Tell me you will always move me
Tell me you will always be awake
In the spaces left to fly