I can never fill impossible spaces by wandering time Passing impossible mazes I know we'd never get to fully enjoy Settling in stone, marbles and concrete places Why would I save it for the morning after Some kind of anti villain Why would I save it for the morning after Encased in glass unshattered You and I create those possible spaces Scaring ourselves Flaslights under our faces I know we'll always come to fully enjoy Passing ourselves set in the possible mazes Why would I save it for the morning after Some kind of anti villain How could I save it for the morning after Encased in glass unshattered There's a line on your face Has no meaning at all Until you fall Makes the mornings of days where the windows can never be too small sound dull