Branches - Maps of wars

^DAll thats made it to this plac^Ge Is your window-tinted sun^Dshine face And the ^Drubber tubes and rusty plate^Gs On your brothers st^Dolen bike

Come th^Drough the window and find my hand.^G Reaching through the si^Dnking sand Of ch^Dildrens books and far off lands^G Where muffled voi^Dces fade

And the ^Gbombs explode, and the bo^Dmbs explode, And the b^Aombs And the ^Gbombs explode, and the b^Dombs explode, And the b^Aombs

Your s^Dhrapnel words through brick and bon^Ge Hurt like any st^Dick or stone And ^Dnow there’s bodies in your ho^Gme Bodies walking i^Dn your home

And br^Goken hearts still b^Deat, and b^Aroken hearts still beat And b^Groken hearts still b^Deat, and b^Aroken

You b^Dlew out the birthday flame^G Whistling a s^Dweet disdain ^DCarving out the sugar cane^G While we watched from ^Dmy room

^DI remember you that way^G With everything in the w^Dorld to say To an empt^Dy room on your favorite day^G Drawing maps with yo^Dur words

Drawing m^Gaps with your w^Dords, drawing m^Aaps with your words Drawing m^Gaps with your wo^Drds, drawing ma^Aps with your words