Sandro Perri Impossible Spaces
I can never fill impossible spaces
I wander in time, passing up possible mazes
I know we never get to fully enjoy settling in stone
Marbles in the concrete places
Why would I save it for a morning after?
Some kind of anti-matter
Why would I save it for the morning after?
Incased in glass unshattered
You and I create those plausible spaces
Scaring ourselves, flashlights under our faces
I know we'll always come fully
Passing ourselves
Setting up possible mazes
Why would I save it for the morning after?
Some kind of anti-matter
How would I save it for the morning after?
Incased in glass unshattered
There's a line on your face
Has no meaning at all
Until you fall
Makes mornings of days when the windows
Can never be too small
