What do you see when you close your eyes?
How do you feel when you see it?
Who is to say that it isn't real?
And why can't we learn to believe in, to believe in something?
Look into the emptiness and step into the cold.
Right between your body and your soul.
Deep inside of all of us, there's something left to hold.
Even when we give up all hope,
There's space enough to grow.
I know that we are all terminal,
We sail on borrowed time.
It's never about what we leave behind,
It's how we live out our lives.
Look into the emptiness and step into the cold.
Right between your body and your soul.
Deep inside of all of us there's something left to hold.
Even when we give up all hope,
There's space enough to grow, to grow.
What do you see when you close your eyes?
