The Cartographer (EP)

The Republic Of Wolves The Cartographer (EP) Lyrics
1.The Pilot And The Pilot's Boy


2.Home

I never really thought
that you could be the one to change
I can't understand, did I fail or did you?
But if everything they said is true,
You're a fraction of a nickel's worth
In a golden field.

And I don't really mind if you're not my friend
It doesn't make a difference because all I am
A lonely floating weed, is all.

So I'll stay with you in my mind
And I won't let myself believe you're mine,
Because;

I never ever thought that it would get as hard as this
My whole family the side of the antagonist
And all the people I thought I could trust
Have just let me down

So don't waste your life at home,
Go and get hurt on your own.

I never really thought about my life until I died
I can't understand why my sister didn't even try to understand
me
But if everything they said is true
You mean less to me than a tiny grain of salt

And I don't really mind if you're not my blood
It doesn't make a difference, no matter what
A fleeing bird is all I was.


3.Calm Down

My father told me son,
A good man is strong enough to run.

He was a wooden row,
As silent as a scarecrow
He was.

With time we grew apart
He spent his life making maps and disappearing.

Calm down I know it's late,
I'll be back in a couple days
Read this letter if my trip's delayed
Then just go on with your life.

It read we are, we are all lost.

Days passed without a sign
I found a bottle with a map inside
And followed it far off the breakers.

I sat there and watched the gulls
Fall into the salt below
I never thought so much about leaving.

Sorry but I've got to go
Told my mother I'd come back home
Once I found a reason.

Calm down I know it's late,
I'll be back in a couple days
Read this letter if my trip's delayed
Then just go on with your life.


4.Widow's Walk

Dead weight under my feet
Peeling up my honesty

Somehow I forgot what it was worth
but I'll follow his notes
to the edges of the earth.

Creatures of the deep
Keeper of my memories
I've come to take them back from which they came,
A man who disappeared and left me with his name

And unless you're honestly
coming back home,

I wish you the worst sea sickness
I hope you can feel it up inside your head
and down in your stomach
Remember to breathe
when under the water
Then you can open up your mouth
and sink to the bottom of the earth

And we'll raise our limbs like lifeless tools

The reaching hands of your pride
are twisting up your insides,
But before you anchor your line
just give me some time.

And I will be with you until time is no more.

You can't stop me now,
I'm a fickle raging bull
In a red caped calming crowd
You can't stop me now
My devil's claw is hooked
and the rode I raised will send me to my grave.

Hey boy,
Don't let go
You're gonna find what you're looking for
Even if that means this whole damn sea
will be turned upside down.

Hey boy,
Don't let go
Keep your hands on that dirty rope
And an eye on things 'cause the sun's setting
and the winds are picking up.

Hey boy,
Don't let go
To the hand of your father's ghost
Because up 'til now
You believed you were talking to yourself

Hey boy,
Don't you know
that you could never come back home?
And you will die here all alone.


5.Mirage

I once met a man
With spotted skin and leopard hands
He said you were not far from here.

The edges were close,
I saw the wake a golden coast
And then I saw your sails just floating on the surface

Now it's hard to believe
That someone can leave
And then suddenly reappear
A mirage of your trust, imagined and lost
Of a ghost who's been standing right here

Well I fought through the ice,
But fell to needled skinny flies
They sucked out my blood
And replaced it with black water!
The closer I get to boiling over
My skin's crawling off of my bones

Now it's hard to believe
That someone can leave
And then suddenly reappear
A mache of your trust, folded and cut,
Into a mask that I've got to wear.

I was cold, dripping wet,
(it was worth it for you)
I was so out of breath
(it was worth it for you)
Now I'm practically dead
(and it was all for you)

All the wars that you set, it was worth it for you
All the lives that I left, it was worth it for you
Now I'm practically dead, and it was all for you.


6.India

'Close' is a dangerous word,
it has preyed on me for years
Getting heavier every time it falls short

But I still pace,
though I can't recall why I lionized him
All that has come to fall
has drawn up doubt in my mind

Am I just filling up your urn?

Faith is a fairer friend
when your debts are all paid.
You should've wrote that down
But you were busy screaming,
'I don't belong here, anyway.'

I can't see past all my words
that collect and cloud and swerve
Between you and me

'I'm not the only one here.'


7.The Dead Men Stood Together

They kept their heads in books to drown it out
The clinking glasses of an inlet's open mouth
The straits were shaking us in circles now
I faked a faster death but knew that time was headed south

Through all my thinning paint regret
We were metallic green and red
I was a compass drawing lines around that point,
but never getting closer.

I paid my debts to men in swirling crypts
Who swore they'd keep our names alive in manuscripts
I kept my sins in tow but you'd let go
That's why you moved a little faster.

We were all just floating dead,
Drowning in our sunken heads
Let hell on board this broken deck,
and we'll forget our lies.

And all he knew, he had to leave
A shell of skin beneath the sea
The only thing he got to see
That dead men stand together

We are all lost.


8.Albatross

I sent a crackling message
It had grown old inside my mouth
It was phonetically in tact,
But the meanings were mismanaged in a way

You were a bed of coral
In some domesticated dream.
You were laconic when you woke,
But our words had all been sewed up all the same, even my name.

We were both simplified
And sharpened into symbols
that we hadn't even tried to understand.

And we felt something tear
But we held the sorry truth inside our throats
We let it burn, and scratch, and claw, and finally fall.

Our fear was tightly packaged
In some warehouse we had built.
You said I'd tried too fucking hard
And got caught up in definitions from the start

So I met a sickly liar
And I borrowed both his lungs
Thought maybe I'd set them straight,
But his guilt, it fit me better anyway.

And I don't think you'll ever know
How hard it was to let that go
Yeah, I guess I lost control
But I never will again