Frank Black
"Two Spaces"


This gravity
Is feeling like a tether
I want to want to be
So high above the weather
All frequency around, 'round, 'round, 'round
Without a sound

And theres today
And theres two spaces
And too many places
Not to go to

This big old sea
Is feeling like a pleasure
I look cautiously
At all the falling treasure
With some frequency
It comes down
Without a sound

And theres today
And theres two spaces
And too many places
Not to go to