Blank Maps - Cold Specks

Don’t you wait on me, I’ll shoot you down

Keep your eyes closed, your ear to the ground

Pick up in the middle of the night

Kill the silence, I can’t bear to speak

Head for the heart, does it break

Words may fall, the body remains

And every map is blank

When my words head for the cracks

Will you have my back?

We were good children

Darling, let it out

When my words head for the cracks

Will you have my back?

We were good children

Darling, let it out

I hold my breath, don’t like to move

When the night comes, who will you be?

Even the dead cannot be astoundingly alive

I am I am, I am I am a goddamn believer

I am I am, I am I am a goddamn believer

When my words head for the cracks

Will you have my back?

We were good children

Darling, let it out

When my words head for the cracks

Will you have my back?

We were little children

Darling, let it out

Well, I am I am, I am I am a goddamn believer

I am I am, I am I am a goddamn believer