Cities and factories spread across the borrowed map
But still I'm lost
Cities and factories spread across the furrowed land
But still I'm lost

And the soil is as cold as the moon
And the trees are as dead as a ghost
And if I never see you again
Well, I was the one who loved you the most

And the birds take a bow to my heart
Cos they've never seen quite one of it's kind
It may be worn out and wasted
It may be selectively blind
But this heart, it is proud to have loved you
This heart is not cold to the touch
This heart never ran from your kindness
This heart never asked you for much

Cities and factories spread across the borrowed map
But still I'm lost