Maps Of Wars 가사

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 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 And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode, And the bombs And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode, And the bombs 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 And broken hearts still beat, and broken hearts still beat And broken hearts still beat, and broken hearts still beat You blew out the birthday flame Whistling a sweet disdain Carving out the sugar cane While we watched from my room 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 Drawing maps with your words, drawing maps with your words Drawing maps with your words, drawing maps with your words