Maps of Wars - Branches

All that’s made it to this place

Is your window-tinted sunshine face

And the rubber tubes and rusty plates

On your brother’s stolen bike

Come through the window and find my hand

Reaching through the sinking sand

Of children’s 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