Departures - Making Maps lyrics
[Departures - Making Maps lyrics]
I watch the second hand
As it stumbles past that number 12
It's such a vicious hand
That pushes everything away from me
So young, with all the time in the world
You run and hide
Mapping out so many dreams, so many plans
When so much is new
The ticking of the clock is
Just to quiet to hear
When so much is new, nothing seems to matter
Time etches it'self across your face
The ticking just gets louder
Those maps that we made when we were young
They start to fray and tear at the edges
The places we wanted to go slowly disappear
And when the ticking stops
And we all notice the silence
It's the sound we could all hear
But we chose to ignore it
It's the sound we could all hear
But we all chose to ignore it
As we keep growing up
We're just waiting for the ticking to stop
And as we start giving up
That sound keeps on getting louder
As it stumbles past that number 12
It's such a vicious hand
That pushes everything away from me
So young, with all the time in the world
You run and hide
Mapping out so many dreams, so many plans
When so much is new
The ticking of the clock is
Just to quiet to hear
When so much is new, nothing seems to matter
Time etches it'self across your face
The ticking just gets louder
Those maps that we made when we were young
They start to fray and tear at the edges
The places we wanted to go slowly disappear
And when the ticking stops
And we all notice the silence
It's the sound we could all hear
But we chose to ignore it
It's the sound we could all hear
But we all chose to ignore it
As we keep growing up
We're just waiting for the ticking to stop
And as we start giving up
That sound keeps on getting louder