With a handbag, for a schoolbag
You are cold faced, like the distance
Draws your eyeline, in a pale blue
Writes a signal, I ll take anything
Should you leave yet, and when she s gone
Will the talk turn, like you are dead
And the picture, stolen from your grave

We are breathing
Barely living
Only secrets
Keep hearts beating

You have spies eyes, cross a black line
Digs at strong roots, through the sunshine
Draws your eyeline, in a pale blue
Writes a signal, I ll take anything
Should you leave yet, and when she s gone
Will the talk turn, like you are dead
And the picture, stolen from your grave

Never give your name, never give your name away
Until your star breaks free, these constellations are only maps. Constellations are only maps.
Stars break free