Immaculate Machine - Dear Confessor lyrics

Maps won't show us where we're going All they are is just the boring facts Relax Maps won't show us where we're going Winding lines in abstract drawings, tracks Leaving tracks All the plans we wrote on paper Blowing down the streets somewhere I wonder how we wound up here Send you off on a big adventure X's lead you to the treasure Whatcha gonna do when you finally find it? Whatcha gonna do when you finally find it? Send a letter When I get there Send a letter "Dear confessor" She's a jukebox with a knack for fighting Hear it over half-cut hedges Spent too much on cheap umbrellas Far from our heroes Cameras mixed with broken lenses Pictures sending me the message Make another one, make another copy for me Maps won't show us where we're going All they are is just the boring facts Relax Send a letter When I get there Send a letter "Dear confessor" She's a jukebox with a knack for fighting Maps won't show us where we're going All they are is just the boring facts Relax Maps won't show us where we're going All they are is just the boring facts Relax Maps won't show us where we're going Winding lines in abstract drawings, tracks Leaving tracks Send you off on a big adventure X's lead you to the treasure Whatcha gonna do when you find it When you find it