Latitudes Songtext
von Good Game

Counting backward
As if to trick the ticking second hand to stop
By the time we realize we could just stop watching the clock
The watch unworn, we traded in for a compass


En route
We, for all the hours
Wasted retracing our steps back to where
An axis on which all our latitudes seemed so longitudinal
Is never drawn to scale
Still fail

Navigating our horology with nothing but an atlas

To map out all the topography and still

"Get lost!"


We, for all the miles
Wasted recounting our bent to err
Off axis spin out so our latitudes seem so longitudinal
For all the secondhand embarrassment, to keep
Noticing we′re still walking backwards
An axis never drawn to scale
Leaves plenty of room for when we fail