There is a map of the world
that lies upon my weary face
Each line representing a mile
I've travelled from place to place
The colours are fading
The edges are tattered
It's growing with the worn of age
There is a map of the world
that lies upon my weary face
That I cannot erase
I cannot erase
Oooo-oooo
I cannot erase
The current of life pulled me under
and I was swept away
Expanding the distance between us
every second to every day
I thought I had given
all I could offer
while trying to keep the dogs at bay
But the current of life pulled me under
and I was swept away
Beneath the tidal waves
beneath the tidal waves
Oooo-oooo
Beneath the tidal waves
beneath the tidal waves
I will be erased
There is a map of the world
that lies upon my weary face
There is a map of the world
that lies upon my weary face