Branches Maps Of Wars Lyrics
Maps Of Wars by Branches
[Verse 1]
All that's made it to this place
Is your window-tinted sunshine face
And the rubber tubes and rusty plates
On your brother's stolen bike
[Verse 2]
Come through the window and find my hand
Reaching through the sinking sand
Of children's books and far off lands
Where muffled voices fade
[Chorus 1]
And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode, and the bombs
And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode, and the bombs
[Verse 3]
Your shrapnel words through brick and bone
Hurt like any stick or stone
And now there's bodies in your home
Bodies walking in your home
[Chorus 2]
And broken hearts still beat, and broken hearts still beat
And broken hearts still beat, and broken hearts still beat
[Interlude]
[Verse 4]
You blew out the birthday flame
Whistling a sweet disdain
Carving out the sugar cane
While we watched from my room
[Verse 5]
I remember you that way
With everything in the world to say
To an empty room on your favorite day
Drawing maps with your words
[Chorus 3]
Drawing maps with your words, drawing maps with your words
Drawing maps with your words, drawing maps with your words
[Instrumental Outro]
All that's made it to this place
Is your window-tinted sunshine face
And the rubber tubes and rusty plates
On your brother's stolen bike
[Verse 2]
Come through the window and find my hand
Reaching through the sinking sand
Of children's books and far off lands
Where muffled voices fade
[Chorus 1]
And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode, and the bombs
And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode, and the bombs
[Verse 3]
Your shrapnel words through brick and bone
Hurt like any stick or stone
And now there's bodies in your home
Bodies walking in your home
[Chorus 2]
And broken hearts still beat, and broken hearts still beat
And broken hearts still beat, and broken hearts still beat
[Interlude]
[Verse 4]
You blew out the birthday flame
Whistling a sweet disdain
Carving out the sugar cane
While we watched from my room
[Verse 5]
I remember you that way
With everything in the world to say
To an empty room on your favorite day
Drawing maps with your words
[Chorus 3]
Drawing maps with your words, drawing maps with your words
Drawing maps with your words, drawing maps with your words
[Instrumental Outro]