Тексты песен «Mapmaker»

He's got the heart of a lion of gold With flowers for action and grim satisfaction Strike up a match and cover it fast Explosions of wood-tips just scratching surface [Chorus] I don't know what you can find But I keep...

If only I could mold the space before me Into dreams and wordy thoughts I wouldn't be so lost. I'd see our neuro-vibrations Building the architecture of ink Into the clouds. There'd be a skyline blue with choppy logic...

So this is where the subtleties go In bubble wrap about to explode So this is where the subtleties go When we get together A ritual surpassing our ends Explaining the meaning of friends A ritual surpassing our ends...

Every night I toss in bed Dreaming Of the future in my head Beaming Figments of my racing mind To find the time to wake up Then a spry comet gets wise And smacks into the world The past and present smear apart So...

Silver washed you stand alone Smiling your own glow Moving tides you be my ides and guide me Oh my psyche. Bathed in gold the garden sways Lightly to our song Moving minds we climb high as Apollo With our one psyche...

It's a night light in my hallway as ancient as the swing drifting gently in my own backyard it's a crypt behind the highway a landmark for the locals that make love behind the parking lot it's a corner of my being a...

The kids are coloring by number And staying in the lines Who needs colors from locations Just thoughts of your green eyes Deep inside a beat grey alley My legend calls for me Through the crowd I spot you searching By...

You're a chimpanzee, are you still thinking about me? Failing to evolve staying with the times, ignoring signs Eating bugs off of polyester fur, illusion works Concrete habitat full of monkey suit connoisseurs [Chorus]...

She lives in the frames Imagination On old canvas with paint The artist was human Like me and like you He painted the truth of our longing for love The young woman sighs Relieves the frustration Of singular life And...

One step from the border street Change in neighborhood The difference is an escapee How many wet seedy bars And dark alleys will it take To make it look the part? He's an actor in the scene But who says the play's not...

Tales were told by chlorine smells And crow's feet next to blood shot eyes You knew well that I could tell A chance that almost lost its way Among the sagas of that day And fears of cliches ostracized And it was under...

Four feet out of the car doors An unexpected stop The power in the atmosphere Makes us feel a lot Smaller than we Had ever been Our steps guided by cottonwood From the trees above Despite the snowy color The evening...