Maps & Mazes from Death // Compromise by Stories in Braille

Father and son, bonded in blood
With a fire burning holes in their chests
Mother is gone, into the dark
When death came and laid her to rest

We'll find our way, walking down
By the road marked with blood on the ground
We'll find our way, marching through
These woods painted sadness and blue
We'll find our way to the sea
Where my lover is waiting for me
We'll find our way to their shores
Dream of bright lights behind their doors

A bullet and gun for father and son
The trigger weighs heavy like sin
Tattered and torn, threaded in love
Carrying on with no start and no end

We'll find our way, walking down
By the road marked with blood on the ground
We'll find our way, marching through
These woods painted sadness and blue
We'll find our way to the sea
Where my lover is waiting for me
We'll find our way to their shores
Dream of bright lights behind their doors

• Rock
• ambient
• indie
• lyrical
• California