this is the old house
we used to live in
this is the space in between
what is lost and what is gone

don't ask me about the value, and what it costs
cause this is so out of your reach anyway

i call this agony
cause wherever i go
it's already been here

i find it hard to breathe
cause whatever i take up
has been taken before

everything's just an approach
we can just try to get close
but we won't ever come to the point

and in case i let you see
what this all means to me
what you see will be your own reflection

so i call this sympathy
cause wherever we go
we go there alone

i find it hard to breathe
cause whatever i take up
has been taken before

we just try to get close to it
we just try to get close to it
we just try to get close to it
we just try to get close to it

i call this sympathy
cause wherever we go
we go there alone

i find it hard to breathe
cause whatever i take up
has been taken before