Their fleeting thoughts of me

And if I can't see
I can't be
Anything other
Than the places in between
What strangers think of me

Cos how can we
Really know anybody
Oh how can we
Really know anybody
Unless we bleed
In symphony

And how can i
Move beyond these things
When they pull me back
Yeah they pull me back
To the empty spaces of memory 
Where all that remains
Are remnants of the mystery
And oh what could have been

So if I can't see
I can't be
Anything other
Than the spaces in between
The fleeting thoughts of strangers 
Their fleeting thoughts of me.