Branches - Maps of wars

^CAll thats made it to this plac^Fe Is your window-tinted sun^Cshine face And the ^Crubber tubes and rusty plate^Fs On your brothers st^Colen bike

Come th^Crough the window and find my hand.^F Reaching through the si^Cnking sand Of ch^Cildrens books and far off lands^F Where muffled voi^Cces fade

And the ^Fbombs explode, and the bo^Cmbs explode, And the b^Gombs And the ^Fbombs explode, and the b^Combs explode, And the b^Gombs

Your s^Chrapnel words through brick and bon^Fe Hurt like any st^Cick or stone And ^Cnow there’s bodies in your ho^Fme Bodies walking i^Cn your home

And br^Foken hearts still b^Ceat, and b^Groken hearts still beat And b^Froken hearts still b^Ceat, and b^Groken

You b^Clew out the birthday flame^F Whistling a s^Cweet disdain ^CCarving out the sugar cane^F While we watched from ^Cmy room

^CI remember you that way^F With everything in the w^Corld to say To an empt^Cy room on your favorite day^F Drawing maps with yo^Cur words

Drawing m^Faps with your w^Cords, drawing m^Gaps with your words Drawing m^Faps with your wo^Crds, drawing ma^Gps with your words