The Map of our Days

The Map of our Days

I’m from a world I can’t escape
You know this feeling
The map is drawn into my shape
I can’t believe in

This is the map of our days
This has to be I swear
But I can’t believe in
It’s made of stones and fake desire
I can’t believe in
It’s a desire always postpone
I stand to my desk

Who did make the call
Who put me in charge
I’d rather go and stand alone
On this shore where no one stands

How can you make it real
How would you believe me
I stand alone
There’s no remedy

I take the clouds on my account
I’d rather should know
You stare about
What’s blowing behind the hills

This is the map of our days
This is the last escape
This is the map our of days
This is the last escape