Maps - Falling Up

One last hour before this place is on fire

Loosing all as the flames grow higher and higher

Here I stand

The further I’m from you, the harder I try to exist

Somebody tell me how did it come to this?

Take these blinds from my eyes and wake me from the inside

This last hour the night dropped into the sea

The light spread wide and the sky broke open and free

Here I stand

Further out, maybe you could meet me where I am

Further out, I know there is hope within your hands