Blank Spots

As I look for a rhythm My heart seems to skip a beat I set out for nowhere But nowhere leads back to you I aim for the blank spot On the map, on the map, on the map You pretend But no one ever missed me No time to stop On the way to blank spots You pretend That all of this makes sense No time to stop On the way to blank spots If I subtract all numbers Zero is what remains It amounts to nothing And nothing is what I need I aim for the blank spot On the map, on the map, on the map You pretend But no one ever missed me No time to stop On the way to blank spots You pretend That all of this makes sense No time to stop On the way to blank spots You pretend But no one ever missed me No time to stop On the way to blank spots On the map, on the map, on the map