Maps & Hands

You say you can only draw maps and hands
There's more to that than you seem to understand
No one writes a sentence like you do
I wish you saw what we all can see in you

Can't you see? It wasn't me
All you do, it comes from you
You could write those trees you read
All the seeds are at your feet

I see the roots growing out of your ears
So unclench your teeth, swallow all of your tears
The signs are rusted, the path's overgrown
But it's better when you don't know which way to go

Can't you see? It wasn't me
All you do, it comes from you
You could write those trees you read
All the seeds are at your feet

Can't you see? It wasn't me
All you do, it comes from you
You could write those trees you read
All the seeds are at your feet