[Verse 1] Two counts in and two counts out That's the whole religion, that's the only vow The lungs are drawing maps of the morning air Charting territory that was always there [Chorus] I am the cartographer of breath Surveying the border between effort and rest Every inhalation is a country I claim Every exhalation gives it back again [Verse 2] The body keeps a ledger that the mind can't read Oxygen as income, motion as the deed Somewhere in the balance of the give and take Is the only kind of wealth you cannot fake [Chorus] I am the cartographer of breath Surveying the border between effort and rest [Instrumental - long motorik passage] [Outro - spoken] Two counts in. Two counts out. The map is never finished. Good.
