Cartography by Hollow Atlas <br />[Verse 1]<br />We spread the map across the kitchen floor<br />You named the rivers, I drew in the shore<br />We made a country out of borrowed light<br />And planted flags in the middle of the night<br />[Pre-Chorus]<br />Every road we took became a legend<br />Every room we shared became a land<br />I didn't know that I was lost until<br />You put the whole world in my hands<br />[Chorus]<br />We were cartographers of something real<br />Drawing borders only we could feel<br />Every signal bright, every distance closed<br />God, we were everywhere and no one knows<br />We built a world and called it ours to keep<br />Mapped every mountain, every river, every sleep<br />I still can see it — all that open ground<br />The life we drew before it came unwound<br />[Verse 2]<br />You marked the places where the light came in<br />I wrote our longitude and latitude in pen<br />We laughed at distances, we crossed them all<br />We never thought to map a way to fall<br />[Pre-Chorus]<br />Every road we took became a legend<br />Every room we shared became a land<br />I didn't know that I was lost until<br />You put the whole world in my hands<br />[Chorus]<br />We were cartographers of something real<br />Drawing borders only we could feel<br />Every signal bright, every distance closed<br />God, we were everywhere and no one knows<br />We built a world and called it ours to keep<br />Mapped every mountain, every river, every sleep<br />I still can see it — all that open ground<br />The life we drew before it came unwound<br />[Bridge]<br />And I keep the map<br />I keep it folded in my chest<br />Every line we drew<br />I memorised the rest<br />You said the world was ours<br />You said we'd never drift<br />But a hollow atlas<br />Is the hardest thing to lift<br />[Final Chorus]<br />We were cartographers of something real<br />Drawing borders only we could feel<br />Every signal bright, every distance closed<br />God, we were everywhere and no one knows<br />We built a world and called it ours to keep<br />Mapped every mountain, every river, every sleep<br />I still can see it — all that open ground<br />The life we drew before it came unwound<br />[Outro]<br />
