[Verse] The sallow burn of country light It licks and stings the endless road The sky like apricot It turns And stains the belly of the road [Prechorus] Maps in a tube sock Heavy with the brine of the world Close the door [Chorus] They drew it in a spiral They drew it in a spiral The circling of eyes Like roving satellites It's drawn up in a spiral A melting pot of iris The way that all things are The way that all things are The way that all things are [Verse 2] There's something boiling in the stream Of other people's thoughts and dreams It's colored in and out of line With yellow markers Dirty blue You can tell the air is warm 'Cause you can see the shade of it There's little we can do to slow The march of roads [Prechorus] Maps in a tube sock Heavy with the brine of the world Close the door [Chorus] They drew it in a spiral They drew it in a spiral The circling of eyes Like roving satellites It's drawn up in a spiral A melting pot of iris The way that all things are The way that all things are The way that all things are The way that all things are
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