The rising of your chest
In the dead of winter
Confide, but don't confess
You're lost and turning bitter
You said we're like maps
We all change with battles past
With victory and loss
Only few will count the cost
Used in love and war
Bodies tattered and they're torn
Drawn with lines and coordinates
Love in only present tense
And now I feel these lines
The ones that you described
Along my ribs and spine
The way your hands would rest
On blood and bone on flesh
On faded cold hands
And now I feel those lines
Along my ribs and
The quiver of your voice
In familiar places
Distracted by the sight
Of maps across both faces
These maps are all I see
With each person that I meet
Places they have been
Conquerors of continents
Used in love and war
Bodies tattered and they're torn
Drawn with lines and coordinates
All along our wounded flesh
And I feel can feel these lines
A subtle haunting sight
Along my ribs and spine
The way your hands would rest
On blood and bone on flesh
That became continents
Like pioneers we dreamed
Men that sinked like kings
Denying our defeat
Sailed until we sink
The only guarantee I have is history
And now it's clear that I'm
The map you left behind
With fresh and only lines
Along my ribs and
Along my ribs and
Along my ribs and
Along my ribs and
And all these haunting lines
Observed by tired eyes
Along my ribs and spine
They stand to said to dance
The places I got wrecked
Will always still exist
I run on lack of sleep now
Envious of kings have
The ignorance they hold
They feel indestructible
The only guarantee I had was you and me
But now it's clear that I'm
The map you left behind
With fresh and only lines
Along my ribs and