MAPS

what do we write
when there aint words to right
the balance of whats still left
to dance and rage to?
how build a night
when there aint enough day's light
to firmly design a map of stars;
a map to guide us out these stale bars?
got my pen to the page now,
just hoping your eyes are back on the stage now.
hope you see me in this dark,
flickering in this dark-
like a fallen star, another fallen star.
give me all you had left
and lets take this too far.
what do we write
when its right down to the wire,
when we've burnt all the bridges
leading us back to happy hour,
when its one last dance
and i hardly recognize
your fighting stance?
we're on the floor
wont you take my hand?
girl, wont you just take my hand?
got my pen to the page now,
just hoping your eyes are back on the stage now.
hope you see me in this dark,
flicker in this dark-
like a fallen star, another fallen star.
give me all you had left
and lets take this way too far.