Maps Lyrics

As the Sun fills the cracks on the wall

You've begun to unpack

But I'm always in my head now

Always in my head, oh no

When we ran through the fields in the fall

Squinted eyes making sense of it all

But found it somehow

Called it what it was, oh, oh

I believe those days are coming back to claim us

We ache for just a glimpse of being famous

Dream to be more than footnotes in those pages

But all I wanna say is

That this world is full of mazes

But your head is full of maps

Each an atlas of those places

Where those parts of you are kept

And with more sufficient searching

May we finally accept

There are questions missing answers

And there's nothing wrong with that, oh no

Oh no, oh no

Paper wings will begin to unfold

Little things painted gold

That are always in my head now

Always in my head, oh no

Without aim we reclaim our hold

Feel the same and ignore

That it's almost getting dark out

Call it what it was, oh, oh

I believe those nights are coming to embrace us

We long for just a glimpse of being fearless

Dream to be more than footnotes in those pages

But all I wanna say is

That this world is full of mazes

But your head is full of maps

Each an atlas of those places

Where those parts of you are kept

And with more sufficient searching

May we finally accept

There are questions missing answers

And there's nothing wrong with that, oh no

Oh no, oh no

Oh no, oh no