Space - Cynic

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