Impossible Spaces

I can never fill impossible spaces by wandering time
passing impossible mazes
I know we'd never get to fully enjoy
Settling in stone, marbles and concrete places
Why would I save it for the morning after
Some kind of anti villain
Why would I save it for the morning after
Encased in glass unshattered
You and I create those possible spaces
Scaring ourselves
Flaslights under our faces
I know we'll always come to fully enjoy
Passing ourselves set in the possible mazes
Why would I save it for the morning after
Some kind of anti villain
How could I save it for the morning after
Encased in glass unshattered
There's a line on your face
Has no meaning at all
Until you fall
Makes the mornings of days where the windows can never be too small sound dull