All that’s made it to this place 
Is your window-tinted sunshine face 
And [bad word] tubes [bad word] plates 
On your brother’s stolen bike  [bad word] through the window and find my hand 
Reaching through the sinking sand 
Of children’s books and far off lands 
Where muffled voices fade 

And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode, 
And the bombs 
And the bombs explode, and the bombs explode, 
And the bombs   
  
Your shrapnel words through brick and bone 
Hurt like any stick or stone 
And now there’s bodies in your home 
Bodies walking in your home 
   
And broken hearts still beat, and broken hearts still beat 
And broken hearts still beat, and broken hearts still beat 
  
You blew out the birthday flame 
Whistling a sweet disdain 
Carving out the sugar cane 
While we watched from my room 

I remember you that way 
With everything in the world to say 
To an empty room on your favorite day 
Drawing maps with your words 

Drawing maps with your words, drawing maps with your words 
Drawing maps with your words, drawing maps with your words
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from O, Light!, track released 02 September 2010