Cartography from Remnants by Brigadier

Getting on alone, as wide eyed as a fawn,
counting coffee spoons in your solitude.

Your path has come with loss, like sidewalks under frost,
but I see it as something new——an uncharted part of you.

We'll map the coast, I'll hold you close—
your heart will rest and your skin will show
what's left of all that hides your bones,
in the aftermath of all you've ever known.
And surely, like the morning, your love will show.

You're not far from the truth that what you seek is seeking you;
if wishes were inches, I'd be next to you before the night were through.

We'll map the coast and I'll hold you close—
your heart will rest and your skin will show
what's left of all that hides your bones,
in the aftermath of all you've ever known.
And surely, like the morning, your love will show

what's left of all that hides your bones.
What's left of all that hides your bones?
What's left of all that hides your bones?
What's left of all that hides your bones?

We'll map the coast and I'll hold you close——
your heart will rest and your skin will show
what's left of all that hides your bones,
in the aftermath of all you've ever known.
In the aftermath of all you've ever known,
surely, like the morning, your love will grow.
Our love will grow.

• Folk
• introspective
• singer-songwriter
• slow burn
• Columbus