Lyrics
Reaching through the sinking sand, your shrapnel words through brick and bone, drawing maps with your words
and the bombs explode
Drawing maps with your words, where muffled voices fade, and broken hearts still beat
With everything in the world to say, while we watched from my room Maps, and the bombs
And the bombs, carving out the sugar cane, drawing maps with your words
I remember you that way, and the rubber tubes and rusty plates Branches, and now there s bodies in your home
I remember you that way, drawing maps with your words
and the rubber tubes and rusty plates
i remember you that way
And broken hearts still beat, where muffled voices fade
And broken hearts still beat, and the rubber tubes and rusty plates
And the bombs explode, drawing maps with your words
bodies walking in your home
reaching through the sinking sand
And broken hearts still beat, and broken hearts still beat
And broken hearts still beat, where muffled voices fade, and the bombs explode
With everything in the world to say, carving out the sugar cane, you blew out the birthday flame
While we watched from my room, carving out the sugar cane Wars, on your brother s stolen bike
on your brother s stolen bike
Is your window-tinted sunshine face, with everything in the world to say Branches, while we watched from my room
And broken hearts still beat, while we watched from my room
Hurt like any stick or stone, drawing maps with your words
Where muffled voices fade, whistling a sweet disdain Maps, drawing maps with your words
and the bombs explode
all that s made it to this place
And the rubber tubes and rusty plates, on your brother s stolen bike
With everything in the world to say, and the bombs explode, on your brother s stolen bike
Is your window-tinted sunshine face, whistling a sweet disdain
Whistling a sweet disdain, i remember you that way Branches, and the bombs explode
Whistling a sweet disdain, and the bombs explode Branches, your shrapnel words through brick and bone
To an empty room on your favorite day, and now there s bodies in your home
And the bombs explode, is your window-tinted sunshine face
with everything in the world to say
Your shrapnel words through brick and bone, and the bombs explode
And broken hearts still beat, and broken hearts still beat
I remember you that way, and the bombs
and broken hearts still beat