Thin Places

Lost in the city, in the cloak of the night
Thin places turn gritty, kept my hands held tight
Loneliness grips and marks me
Caught a glimpse through a glass darkly

Who's got the map
Who's got the map
Who's got the map
Through these paper thin places

There's a traveler loose inside my blood
Always on the run
Always on the run

Who's got the map
Who's got the map
Who's got the map
Through these paper thin places

Who's got the map
Who's got the map
Who's got the map
Who's got the map
Who's got the map
Who's got the map