Lyrics

MAPS

Numbers and surveys, guides and how-to’s
These navigations, they don’t ring true
I come from ages of stone and sea
Like ink on parchment
written on me

And this cold desire, the ways that I’ve been lost
And this ring of fire, the place that I must cross
Just to become
Just to become
Just to become

I know I’d see it if I’d just look
I don’t need programs, I don’t need books
What can they tell me? What can they know?
I am contained here
I’m on my own

And this cold desire, the ways that I’ve been lost
And this ring of fire, the place that I must cross
Just to become
Just to become
Just to become

Before I got here, before I learned
Before the lessons when truth got burned
I come from ages of stone and sea
Like ink on parchment
written on me