[Intro] [washed-out guitars, tape hiss, soft pulse] [Verse 1] Do you ever drift in a space in between? Half-lit rooms, blurred edges, nothing too clean No hard lines here, just the blur on the screen And your face pulls the air right out of me I notice the small things through the static A ghost in the chair, a box in the attic Your laugh in the room like a radio bleed Glass on the table, cold and waiting [Chorus] [voices folded into reverb] (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh) [Verse 2] Do you ever drift into the space in between? Where names fall off and the floor feels unseen? We move like haze through the blue of the heat With the walls breathing slow and the sound incomplete [Chorus] (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh) [Verse 3] Do you ever drift in the space in between? Where the world just goes hazy and deep? We can let all the chatter just fall out of mind Let the shadows grow long, let the sun go to sleep I keep seeing your face in the quiet and deep [Instrumental Bridge] [guitars bloom into a blurred wash, drums push under the noise] [Verse 4] Do you ever drift in the space in between? Where colors spill out from under the seams? No wrong or right, just the shape that it leaves And your face in the haze makes the room go still I notice the small things through the static Butterflies in the back of traffic Morning birds cut thin through the open glass The ground underfoot, and the sky moving past [Outro] [reverb trails, guitars thinning out] The ground underfoot, and the sky moving past [final chord hangs, then fades] Do you ever drift in the space in between Do you ever drift into the space in between
