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All thats made it to this place

 Is your window-tinted sunshine face

 And the rubber tubes and rusty plates

 On your brothers stolen bike

 Come through the window and find my

 hand.

 Reaching through the sinking sand

 Of childrens books and far off lands

 Where muffled voices fade

 And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode,

 And the bombs

 And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode,

 And the bombs

 Your shrapnel words through brick and bone

 Hurt like any stick or stone

 And now there’s bodies in your home

 Bodies walking in your home

 And broken hearts still beat, and broken

hearts still beat

 And broken hearts still beat, and broken

hearts still beat

 You blew out the birthday flame

 Whistling a sweet disdain

Carving out the sugar cane

 While we watched from my room

I remember you that way

 With everything in the world to say

 To an empty room on your favorite day

 Drawing maps with your words

 Drawing maps with your words, drawing

 maps with your words

 Drawing maps with your words, drawing

 maps with your words