The Endlessness and the Space Between

Sirens pass at the end of the road
Into my dreams until I woke
Hoping that man’s got a plan up his sleeve
Last six months, we’ve been feeling the squeeze
At closing time, met a local girl
Told me she was saving up to travel the world
Seven years later, she’s still here
Worrying about where we’re living next year
We started in a sane place
This was going to happen anyway
All that’s to come has already been
This is the endlessness and the space between
I was seventeen, I still knew how to dream
And I sing every word like I knew what it means
Captain Morgan’s windows down
M4 westbound the music loud
There’s a place where the colors still stay bold
Between junction seven and getting old
And there is a way to get there now
But once they let you in, they never let you out
We started in a sane place
This was going to happen anyway
All that’s to come has already been
This is the endlessness and the space between
Sirens still cut through the air
I’m wondering what’s going on out there
This city shakes, I’ve been shaking too
I’ve been falling apart, I can’t tell you
Here comes a story, let it come, let it go
About a travelling man I used to know
The day he decided to sell his van
Drove it into the sinking sand
We started in a sane place
This was going to happen anyway
All that’s to come has already been
This is the endlessness and the space between
Up on the cliffs where the samphire grows
Spring was coming, a wild wind blows
With a foot to the pedal, he learned to fly
What a wonderful time to die
What a wonderful time to die
We started in a sane place
This was going to happen anyway
All that’s to come has already been
This is the endlessness and the space between
This is the endlessness and the space between