Blank Maps

Don't you wait on me, I'll shoo you down Keep your eyes closed, your ear to the ground Pick up in the middle of the night Kill the silence, I can't bear to speak Head for the heart, does it break Words may fall, the body remains And every map is blank When my words head for the cracks Will you have my back We were good children Darling, let it out I hold my breath, don't like to move When the night comes, who will you be Even the dead cannot be astoundingly alive I am I am, I am I am a goddamn believer When my words head for the clouds Will you have my back We were good children Darling, let it out Well, I am I am, I am I am a goddamn believer