Map Of The World (part Ii) Lyrics - Jane Siberry

You mentioned La Pieta 

The dotted line 

The holy flapping dress 

White legs carving darkness 

And you traced your thoughts on the tablecloth 

As you were speaking 

So when you left 

I grabbed the white and telling tablecloth 

And I carried it out into the empty streets 

And I and I laid it down to see what I could see 

I led my horse along the latitudes 

Across the folds and into white 

And somehow along the way 

My my horse slid off sideways and was gone forever 

I mourned and then forgot about it 

I resumed the line 

The latitudes and longitudes are calling me 

They're stringing me out across the seas forever 

They say 

Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da 

Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da 

Da, da da 

Map of the world 

I run along the dotted line 

And I grab my flapping dress 

And the global winds rush past me 

Shouting this is happiness 

A quick fling to the global edge 

That spans the vast expanse 

To where the mountains meet like relay-runners 

To where the snow caps do and the snow-fleurs try 

I raise one arm up to the sky 

To touch a speck - an eagle flies 

And a stick-figure on the other side 

He waves back to me 

He said 

Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da 

Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da 

Da, da da 

Map of the world 

A stick-figure with briefcase and a business suit and tie 

He walks across the perfect lawn 

(You mean the perfect-perfect-perfect lawn?) 

And he stands there at the foot 

Of the golden office tower 

He says, "I must get to work today 

I have to get inside somehow" 

But the golden office tower 

Was just a cliff the sun was setting on 

So he, so he ran up along the cliff and was gone forever 

He said 

Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da 

Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da 

Da, da da 

You were with us when we held 

Our meetings at the edge of the plains 

La pieta, broad topics like life and death 

Is dinner ready yet? 

Yes, it's a map of the world 

I run along the dotted line 

Beyond the mountain tops 

Past the far-flung ice floes 

And the outlying Tundra 

And I circle down to see what I can see 

I can see ten men of the Kremlin 

Ten pegs upon the plains 

Ten men with stony faces 

Facing west where night erases 

Shadows in the places 

Where the faces of the Kremlin used to be 

Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da 

Da da, da da, da, da da, da da, da da, da da 

Da, da da 

Map of the world, map of the world, map of the world 

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