Lyrics Maps Not Drawn to Scale - Que Sera

Maps Not Drawn to Scale

This table set for two
is an ocean from me to you
I’m dying to find the pieces to hold on to
What are we for?
We sit in a face off, staring shore to shore
Just to fill the time, you like the sound of it
As you mouth the words: What are we here for?
My fingers key over a swan song and
no piano under hand,
my mind is pacing to the tempo in my head
I’m just waiting, waiting for
A bridge to the This stanza is your curse
I can see it in your eyes
This is not where we belong
Pretending like we were something else
Even when we knew it all along
We sit in a face off, staring shore to shore
And you mouth the words as:
My fingers key over a swan song and
no piano under hand,
my mind is pacing to the tempo in my head
I’m just waiting, waiting for
A bridge to the This stanza is your curse
You lost yourself before you lost me
The fire in your heart has stopped the beating
The warmth has fallen from your eyes
The time has made its own disguise
My fingers key over a swan song and
no piano under hand,
my mind is pacing to the tempo in my head
I’m just waiting, waiting for
A bridge to the This stanza is your curse