Maps Not Drawn to Scale - Que Sera

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