мрак Burn the Map

Burn the map!

North went missing at a quarter past two
Compass spun like it had something to prove
I asked the road where the good times went
It pointed at a bridge with a fifty-foot dent

Wrong way, right night, foot on the gas
If the future needs directions, let the future ask

Burn the map, burn the map
No more lines telling us where we're at
Burn the map, don't look back
We make a road every time we crack
Hey! Blacktop sparks under every tire
Burn the map and follow the fire

I drew a new border with a lipstick slash
He paid the toll with a drumstick crash
Every little town tried to make us stay
We stole their sunrise and drove away

Wrong way, right night, foot on the gas
If the future needs directions, let the future ask

Burn the map, burn the map
No more lines telling us where we're at
Burn the map, don't look back
We make a road every time we crack

East?
Too easy!
West?
Too slow!
Point that hood where the wild winds blow

Burn the map, burn the map
No more lines telling us where we're at

Follow the fire!