Barefoot In January - Empty Spaces

to breath precious breath, is there life after death
and is there a realm unseen
this lie i've been told, but you said it so bold
please tell me it's all just a dream
believe what i will, empty spaces to fill
on fate i'll no longer rely
this world that's emerged, has my life on the verge
people say that to live is to die

and all of these things that i wanted to say
but my foolish pride always got in the way
and now all your memories run through my head
remember the things that you said

it's hard to believe, i just can't conceive
this feeling of pain and regret
it seems just like yesterday, but now you're so far away
can this conclusion be set

could it be the same, and can we change the blame
into something new
destroy what we built, all theh pain and the guilt
and all in my head now is you