no need for a map
my heart points to you
rough lines, tough steps
can't stop what I want to do
there hasn't been a moment where I've forgotten you
even when we're far apart
as long as we meet at the end of the horizon
I'll raise the masts
I'm being carried by the winds
put the rough waves of water's surface into sleep
tell you a million times so you won't miss
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 6:39 AM UTC
no need for a map
my heart points to you
rough lines, tough steps
can't stop what I want to do
there hasn't been a moment where I've forgotten you
even when we're far apart
as long as we meet at the end of the horizon
I'll raise the masts
I'm being carried by the winds
put the rough waves of water's surface into sleep
tell you a million times so you won't miss
me
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