50 Weeks - Maps Lyrics

As the Sun fills the cracks on the wall
You've begun to unpack
But I'm always in my head now
Always in my head, oh no
When we ran through the fields in the fall
Squinted eyes making sense of it all
But found it somehow
Called it what it was, oh, oh
I believe those days are coming back to claim us
We ache for just a glimpse of being famous
Dream to be more than footnotes in those pages
But all I wanna say is
That this world is full of mazes
But your head is full of maps
Each an atlas of those places
Where those parts of you are kept
And with more sufficient searching
May we finally accept
There are questions missing answers
And there's nothing wrong with that, oh no
Oh no, oh no
Paper wings will begin to unfold
Little things painted gold
That are always in my head now
Always in my head, oh no
Without aim we reclaim our hold
Feel the same and ignore
That it's almost getting dark out
Call it what it was, oh, oh
I believe those nights are coming to embrace us
We long for just a glimpse of being fearless
Dream to be more than footnotes in those pages
But all I wanna say is
That this world is full of mazes
But your head is full of maps
Each an atlas of those places
Where those parts of you are kept
And with more sufficient searching
May we finally accept
There are questions missing answers
And there's nothing wrong with that, oh no
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no