Map Of The World - City and Colour

There is a map of the world

That lies upon my weary face

Each line representing a mile

I have traveled from place to place

The colours are fading

The edges are tattered

It’s grown a little worn with age

There is a map of the world

That lies upon my weary face

That I cannot erase

I cannot erase

Ooh

I cannot erase

The current of life pulled me under

I was swept away

Expanding the distance between us

Every second to every day

I thought I had given

All I could offer

While trying to keep the dogs at bay

But the current of life pulled me under

I was swept away

Beneath the tidal wave

Beneath the tidal wave

Ooh

Beneath the tidal wave

Beneath the tidal wave

I will be erased

There is a map of the world

That lies upon my weary face

There is a map of the world

That lies upon my weary face