Song | A Map Of My World |
Artist | Sad Lovers and Giants |
Album | The Mirror Test |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Hard times at a gentle pace | |
Like stone I am weathered slowly | |
Building on my disgrace | |
When I know there’s a better way | |
I’m falling out of favour | |
With every breath I take | |
There’s no excuse for bad behaviour | |
Somebody’s counting all our mistakes | |
I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
One day I’ll just walk away | |
Dark nights and working days | |
Like spirits rushing past you | |
Headlong towards the grave | |
Searching for a place to rest | |
In silence we stand alone | |
Until the lessons over | |
Many questions come and go | |
And still the answers won’t set you free | |
I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
One day I’ll just walk away | |
Tell me the truth again | |
Then try to stop me laughing | |
I’m sure that what you say | |
You really believe in | |
My world is a perfect gray | |
A compromise of standards | |
Only conscience remains | |
But I won’t let you walk over me | |
I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
How could I be sure | |
I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
One day I’ll just walk away |
Hard times at a gentle pace | |
Like stone I am weathered slowly | |
Building on my disgrace | |
When I know there' s a better way | |
I' m falling out of favour | |
With every breath I take | |
There' s no excuse for bad behaviour | |
Somebody' s counting all our mistakes | |
I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
One day I' ll just walk away | |
Dark nights and working days | |
Like spirits rushing past you | |
Headlong towards the grave | |
Searching for a place to rest | |
In silence we stand alone | |
Until the lessons over | |
Many questions come and go | |
And still the answers won' t set you free | |
I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
One day I' ll just walk away | |
Tell me the truth again | |
Then try to stop me laughing | |
I' m sure that what you say | |
You really believe in | |
My world is a perfect gray | |
A compromise of standards | |
Only conscience remains | |
But I won' t let you walk over me | |
I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
How could I be sure | |
I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
One day I' ll just walk away |
Hard times at a gentle pace | |
Like stone I am weathered slowly | |
Building on my disgrace | |
When I know there' s a better way | |
I' m falling out of favour | |
With every breath I take | |
There' s no excuse for bad behaviour | |
Somebody' s counting all our mistakes | |
I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
One day I' ll just walk away | |
Dark nights and working days | |
Like spirits rushing past you | |
Headlong towards the grave | |
Searching for a place to rest | |
In silence we stand alone | |
Until the lessons over | |
Many questions come and go | |
And still the answers won' t set you free | |
I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
One day I' ll just walk away | |
Tell me the truth again | |
Then try to stop me laughing | |
I' m sure that what you say | |
You really believe in | |
My world is a perfect gray | |
A compromise of standards | |
Only conscience remains | |
But I won' t let you walk over me | |
I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
How could I be sure | |
I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
One day I' ll just walk away |