Tide Map Trap (v2)

Lyrics

You trace the contour lines on wet pavement skin
Where the salt spray stings and the currents begin
Your ink is bleeding out into the gutter drain
Trying to plot a course through the pressure and the pain
You're mapping out the exit with a trembling hand
But the tide is pulling hard on the shifting sand
So dive deep, keep steep, don't creep through the street
The water's high and the city's wide and the beat is sweet
You're the cartographer of the crashing wave
Tracing freedom out of the cave
The harbor lights blur like a smear of oil
You're losing your grip on the solid soil
The buildings bend like reeds in the rush
Chasing a horizon in a tidal crush
Your compass spins wild in the brine and fog
Breaking the rhythm, breaking the log, slicking the log
So dive deep, keep steep, don't creep through the street
The water's high and the city's wide and the beat is sweet
You're the cartographer of the crashing wave
Tracing freedom out of the cave
But the map is gone and the line is drawn
in the foam and the salt
of a breaking
dawn
Thank you.