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
