Maps of the Sun by The Grifters Lyrics

Seven years I'm chasing planes
Jet flames scorched my outstretched hand
Chew it back and try it again

Seven days the white pavilion
The fountainhead was cracked and weeping
A skeleton of wishful thinking
Who mapped the sun king?

And I breathe light (watching my soul escape)
And I breathe light (watching my soul escape)
And I breathe light (watching my soul escape)
And I breathe light

Troubled by the same old stories
Limbs and wires never tell how
My compass points in two directions
Bent and thirsty

The desert sky divided ask me
How long before the paper volumes
Rot inside the white pavilion
Who turns the garden?
Who turns the garden?
Who turns the garden?

Seven years I’m closing planes
Jet flames scorched my outstretched hand
Chew it back and try it again
Who turns the garden?

Seven days the white pavilion
The fountainhead was cracked and weeping
A skeleton of wishful thinking
Who mapped the sun king?

And I breathe light (watching my soul escape)
And I breathe light (watching my soul escape)
And I breathe light (watching my soul escape)
And I breathe light

And I breathe light (watching my soul escape)
And I breathe light (watching my soul escape)

And I breathe light (watching my soul escape)
And I breathe light (watching my soul escape)

And I breathe light (who mapped the sun king?)
And I breathe light (who mapped the sun king?)
And I breathe light (who mapped the sun king?)