I'm on the run
from the place this paper chase begun,
I took arcane trails, cover up tracks one by one.
Welcome the night,
put an end to another day i didn't risk a flight -
made specious apologies,
and I'm planing on the next ones, i swear to make it right
oh i swear i'll make this right
Ironic that I carry
such inimitable mark
and the only thing I think of
is to keep it in the dark
This map is making promises,
while I marvel at my chances.
Between next to me and far away
they reject all my advances.
I am throwing bones -
"pick me up, I've been too long on my own".
Each move so dexterously,
you won't know where to expect me,
but my plan's been overthrown -
my plan's been overthrown.
Home is no longer linked to places
now home's defined by tales and faces
In constant need of redirection orders
between coffee pots, train rides and borders.
Ironic that I carry
such inimitable mark
and the only thing I think of
is to keep it in the dark.
This map is making promises,
while I marvel at my chances.
Between next to me and far away
they reject all my advances.
There is a need, there is a need,
there is a tremor in my feet.
So many miles, so many trials,
and the urge to reconcile.
And I'll do shorthand of all my days
on valid tickets as my letter paper
and hope for you to catch the hint
and meet me here years later.
from the place this paper chase begun,
I took arcane trails, cover up tracks one by one.
Welcome the night,
put an end to another day i didn't risk a flight -
made specious apologies,
and I'm planing on the next ones, i swear to make it right
oh i swear i'll make this right
Ironic that I carry
such inimitable mark
and the only thing I think of
is to keep it in the dark
This map is making promises,
while I marvel at my chances.
Between next to me and far away
they reject all my advances.
I am throwing bones -
"pick me up, I've been too long on my own".
Each move so dexterously,
you won't know where to expect me,
but my plan's been overthrown -
my plan's been overthrown.
Home is no longer linked to places
now home's defined by tales and faces
In constant need of redirection orders
between coffee pots, train rides and borders.
Ironic that I carry
such inimitable mark
and the only thing I think of
is to keep it in the dark.
This map is making promises,
while I marvel at my chances.
Between next to me and far away
they reject all my advances.
There is a need, there is a need,
there is a tremor in my feet.
So many miles, so many trials,
and the urge to reconcile.
And I'll do shorthand of all my days
on valid tickets as my letter paper
and hope for you to catch the hint
and meet me here years later.