These maps read like lines on our hands,
A path a destination,
We've all been so led astray 'til this,
The realization of home,
We're all casualties in a world unseen,
In a war unseen,
We reflect what it is we've been searching for,
This compa** is failing us.
Somewhere between where we feel,
and where we hide,
We are the atlas.
Each page, a history.
Be calm and close your eyes,
This won't take long,
I know it's hard but it's time to let this go.
We fight for familiarity,
If only I knew then what I know now,
We'll find home in a
familiar place.
We will find home.
Somewhere between where we feel,
and where we hide,
We are the atlas.
Each page, a history.
Be calm and close your eyes,
This won't take long,
I know it's hard. I know it.