The Space in Between Ben Böhmer Remix

Can’t figure out how we got here, living on decay. The 7 words left on paper will disconnect the day. and you want a new want and you want anything that’s clear And it’s all around us as ghosted machines. Would the real be just silent if there’s a hole in the key? At the bar in the basement for an hour-glass of tea. Our love is a violent constant space in between. And the taste has got a texture, smoke has not a sound. The fabric that was fixed here inherent in the ground. And it’s all around us as ghosted machines. Would the real be just silent if there’s a hole in the key? At the bar in the basement for an hour-glass of tea. Our love is a violent constant space in between. And as much as I’d like to believe there’s a truth about our illusion, well I’ve come to conclude: There’s just nothing beyond it the mind can perceive except for the pictures in the space in between.