Maps by Falling Up
One last hour before this place is on fire
Losing all as the flames grow higher and higher
Here I stand
The further I’m from you, the harder I try to exist
Somebody tell me how did it come to this
Take these blinds from my eyes
And wake me from the inside
This last hour the night dropped into the sea
The light spread wide
And the sky broke open and free
Here I stand
Further out, maybe you can meet me where I am
Further out, I know there is hope within your hands
� 2007 Bec Recordings / Emd
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