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I walked across a continent where children did not bat an eye |
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When made to watch their mothers die, they left the bodies by the sides |
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Of roads where only willows cried, yes, even my own eyes were dry |
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When somehow there I lost my bride, the ring slipped free and fell beneath the earth |
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So like Orpheus, I bowed and went far underneath the firmament |
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My harp strings broke, my voice was spent, I kissed my lady's hand and sent |
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My two weeks notice with my rent |
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And she grew cold and softly said |
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That I am not your lover |
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I'm the map you use to find her |
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I am not your lover |
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I'm just a map you use to find her |
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I step outside my room once more and see what I have seen before |
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Another ship washed to my shore, a figure walking towards my door |
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Her face is tired, her dress is torn |
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I look into her eyes and feel her thirst |
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She says I've come across these waters high, pressed on by such auspicious signs |
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I've watched the stars and read the tides, the winds have brought me to your side |
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I come to you, I am your bride |
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And I grew cold as I replied |
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That I am not your lover |
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I'm the map you use to find him |
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I am not your lover |
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I'm just a map you use to find him |
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I am not your lover |
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I'm the map you used to find him |
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I am not your lover |
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I'm just a map you use to find him |
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She said I am not your lover |
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I'm the map you use to find her |
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I am not your lover |
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I'm just a map you use to find her |
