Map of the Stars Songtext
von Anna Tivel

This is just another day in someone else′s house
Someone else's cigarettes to smoke
I wash my hands a thousand times to get those circles out
You know I′m staying here, but no one's home

And I'm just a weather vane in the easy summertime
I′m the bluest bird looking to land
Circling the papers for the things that I might find
If only I could save the ones I had

′Cause trouble, it don't live here anymore
No, trouble, it don′t live here anymore
Baby, you can come around, and I will leave the door undone
'Cause trouble, it don′t live here anymore

And I ran to the apple trees to bury what I know
With nothing but the honeybees to mind
But I don't need a savior or a lesson on a stone
To dig a hole and lay down in the night


′Cause trouble, it don't live here anymore
No, trouble, it don't live here anymore
Baby, you can come around, and I will leave the door undone
′Cause trouble, it don′t live here anymore

And this house is made of shiny little things
Like a true-to-scale mapping of the stars
Oh baby, I want to fall asleep, but all these cities yawn and blink
And they will never lay their heads down in their arms

And I am just a color in the faded evening sky
Just a worn-out suitcase on the floor
I'm listening to the neighbors call their kids in for the night
A warm and welcome choir of slamming doors

′Cause trouble, it don't live here anymore
No, trouble, it don′t live here anymore
Baby, you can come around, and I will leave the door undone
'Cause trouble, it don′t live here anymore

Yeah baby, you can come around, and I will leave the door undone
'Cause trouble, it don't live here, anymore