Текст песни Dear Confessor - Immaculate Machine

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