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 lie to believe it, 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 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?