SOME CURIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL MAPS LYRICS
by THE SILENT TYPE
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There once was a world so perfect and flat, men sailed off her edge or fell in the mouths of the dragons that scoured for ships to devour and heroes wrote songs to tell of their power. But now there are roads that pass without end, as you drive alone, no lives to defend from the dragons that sleep in some distant sea. You quiet their jaws with whispers you sing. Those curious maps cannot still exist, for oceans dry up and continents shift 'til the world's born anew from infinite hues that drain into one uninspiring view. So this is your fate, to drive 'til you find that one desert's dust is another man's sky and the clouds he admires are crushed by your tires, as you wish you could share a similar desire, to see some small light in the distance (a horizon held in place by a faith you thought was lost) to lead you away.
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