Something About Cartography Songtext
last night,
i sang as if i had a soul,
like there was something inside aside from the pipes of blood.
let it all ring out,
and don't wear thin asking every question that rushes to the front of your mind,
when you're not sleeping,
when you're not dreaming of a place far from here,
uncharted,
white with snow and absent of roads.
i sang as if i had a soul,
like there was something inside aside from the pipes of blood.
let it all ring out,
and don't wear thin asking every question that rushes to the front of your mind,
when you're not sleeping,
when you're not dreaming of a place far from here,
uncharted,
white with snow and absent of roads.
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