Immaculate Machine - Dear Confessor Lyrics
Maps won't show us where we're goingAll they are is just the boring factsRelaxMaps won't show us where we're goingWinding lines in abstract drawings, tracksLeaving tracksAll the plans we wrote on paperBlowing down the streets somewhereI wonder how we wound up hereSend you off on a big adventureX's lead you to the treasureWhatcha gonna do when you finally find it?Whatcha gonna do when you finally find it?Send a letterWhen I get thereSend a letter"Dear confessor"She's a jukebox with a knack for fightingHear it over half-cut hedgesSpent too much on cheap umbrellasFar from our heroesCameras mixed with broken lensesPictures sending me the messageMake another one, make another copy for meMaps won't show us where we're goingAll they are is just the boring factsRelaxSend a letterWhen I get thereSend a letter"Dear confessor"She's a jukebox with a knack for fightingMaps won't show us where we're goingAll they are is just the boring factsRelaxMaps won't show us where we're goingAll they are is just the boring factsRelaxMaps won't show us where we're goingWinding lines in abstract drawings, tracksLeaving tracksSend you off on a big adventureX's lead you to the treasureWhatcha gonna do when you find itWhen you find it
