Verse one:
Every gasp is a recycled breath; she's living in a world of stone,
Every colour that once lit up the sky, seemed to have lost it's town,

A sheer film of conversation, echoes around her head,
Existing in a world of mirrors is hard, she said


Chorus:
Maps painted on the back of her hands, why was she lost?
Unpainted nails and that scraped back hair, her lips she forgot to gloss,

And you might wonder why she glides through the rain, cold but bone dry,
The loneliness shall leave her alone, now it is the night


Verse two:
Dark pupils cast shadows on her face, offset with hues of gold,
Drained of emotion anybody could see, drained of emotion she'd be told,

Souls and spirits whisper to her, conjuring her distorted mind,
Hoping one day, through the stars or the sea, herself, she would find..


Chorus:
Maps painted on the back of her hands, why was she lost?
Unpainted nails and that scraped back hair, her lips she forgot to gloss,

And you might wonder why she glides through the rain, cold but bone dry,
The loneliness shall leave her alone, now it is the night


Bridge:
She gazes in the sky, her skin as pale as the moon,
When will she notice who's been keeping her in tune?

Chorus:
Maps painted on the back of her hands, why was she lost?
Unpainted nails and that scraped back hair, her lips she forgot to gloss,

And you might wonder why she glides through the rain, cold but bone dry,
The loneliness shall leave her alone, now it is the night,
The loneliness shall leave her alone, now it is the night.