The Cartographer Songtext
von Shortly

Mother was waiting on me to get better so she could calm down
All along the dizzy spells were superscript
For loving you and casting you out
We move along like analog tapes that sing without making sound
Cartographer thinks about what he wants to think about
About
When I lay flat enough in bed the room around me starts spinning
I′m cast into orbit around you and how your voice sounds
When your monotone thoughts become colorful ones
The map inside you is dying to be heard, I will listen
What is it that you wanted to say


Leaving my apartment that day?
I miss you and I'm sorry
But I hate you for the way that you left me
I draw things I don′t want to draw
I write things I don't want to write
My hands are tired all the time
From doing what the map in me likes
I'm just doing what the map in me likes
I′m just doing what the map in me likes
I′m just doing what the map in me likes
I'm just doing what the map in me wants