What gives, what helps The Intuition I'll know, I'll know Oh, I won't have to be shown The way home And it's not about a boy Although, although
They can lead you Break or defeat you
A destination known Only by the one Whose fate is overgrown Piecemeal can break your home In half A love is not complete With only heat
They can tease you Break or complete you
And in came a heatwave A merciful save You choose, you chose Poetry over prose
A map is more unreal Than where you've been Or how you feel A map is more unreal Than where you've been Or how you feel And it's impossible to tell How important someone was And what you might have missed out on And how he might have changed it all And how you might have changed it all for him And how he might have changed it all And how you might have changed it all for him Did I, did I Did I, did I Did I, did I (...) Missed out on you
