across the map

we can cross the atlantic ocean

draw a huge line

separate ourselves from things that die

'cause the undergrowth grows up our sides sides if we stand still

we are driving across the map

as we move on

the things we crush upon

blue fields at night

back in the fight

snow piled high

like white fake flowers uh huh

driven by dreams

so far it seems

traced on a map

we cut ties of undergrowth

hey!

on the move we prove we lose everything

russia calls my name

on the move we prove we lose everything

where is home in change?

you come to me

you go away

you come to me

you go away

you come to me hah you go away

you come to me now you go away