Cartographica Songtext
von Cellarscape

There is a hunter
There is a feeling
Buried in anger
And built on an old template

Planning a sequence
Planning a meaning
Secretly written
But openly shared on old ground
In this town

No, no
Find a way through
To some kind of exit
No, no
Find a way through
Let the compass not be gone
Until it′s done


There is absentia
And something calmer
Carry the heartache
Dragging your head behind

Follow the old clues
Follow the gleaming
Not the distraction
That constantly craves these uses, and bruises

No, no
Find a way through
To some kind of exit
No, no
Find a way through
Let the compass not be gone

Let all roads lead to you
Let all roads lead to you

Find a way (no, no)
Find a way (no, no)
Find a way (no, no)
Let all roads lead to you (no, no)
Find a way (no, no)
Let all roads lead to you (no, no)
Let the compass point to you (no, no)