[Verse 1] The telescope buckles; the sensor keeps score White pinpricks bloom where the glass failed before I used to call each one proof I was wrong Now I turn the dark plate and trace them along [Pre-Chorus] A crooked little atlas, no border, no key Each fault puts a faraway place in reach [Chorus] These dead pixels gather, a map in the lens A bright broken pattern that bends and extends I’m not a clean picture, I’m more than the frame I plot through the fracture and name where I’m headed One mark for the harbor, one mark for the pass I’ll carry my weather and still make it past [Verse 2] The chart has no legend, the route can’t be proved But every small blemish points somewhere to move I take what I’m made of, the seams and the sparks And set my next bearing by dots in the dark [Chorus] These dead pixels gather, a map in the lens A bright broken pattern that bends and extends I’m not a clean picture, I’m more than the frame I plot through the fracture and name where I’m headed One mark for the harbor, one mark for the pass I’ll carry my weather and still make it past [Outro] The glass is still flawed The map is still mine The next place is waiting Beyond this design
