[00:00.867]The map is creased and folded at the lines
[00:05.889]The colors run together between the signs
[00:10.911]The blame I used to carry has no weight
[00:16.022]I look at you and feel no hate
[00:22.889]The summer storms that used to shake the floor
[00:27.911]Now only patter on the kitchen door
[00:32.933]The names we carved into the wooden bench
[00:36.800]Are hard to read beneath the morning drench
[00:41.733]The angry words we shouted in the hall
[00:46.811]Are softer now, like leaves about to fall
[00:51.833]The bitter lines we drew upon the wall
[00:54.967]Are just a few thin scratches, that is all
[01:01.256]The map is creased and folded at the lines
[01:06.278]The colors run together between the signs
[01:11.300]The anger in my chest is just a breeze
[01:16.344]The love that used to burn has found its ease
[01:21.367]The map is creased and folded at the lines
[01:26.411]The colors run together between the signs
[01:31.433]The blame I used to carry has no weight
[01:36.856]I look at you and feel no hate
[01:42.144]The angry words we shouted in the hall
[01:47.189]Are softer now, like leaves about to fall
[01:52.189]The bitter lines we drew upon the wall
[01:57.256]Are just a few thin scratches, that is all
[02:01.589]The map is creased and folded at the lines
[02:06.633]The colors run together between the signs
[02:11.689]The anger in my chest is just a breeze
[02:16.711]The love that used to burn has found its ease
[02:21.756]The map is creased and folded at the lines
[02:26.800]The colors run together between the signs
[02:31.822]The blame I used to carry has no weight
[02:36.933]I look at you and feel no hate