With a handbag, for a schoolbag   You are cold faced, like the distance   Draws your eyeline, in a pale blue   Writes a signal, “I’ll take anything”   Should you leave yet, and when she’s gone   Will the talk turn, like you are dead   And the picture, stolen from your grave      We are breathing   Barely living   Only secrets   Keep hearts beating      You have spies eyes, ‘cross a black line   Digs at strong roots, through the sunshine   Draws your eyeline, in a pale blue   Writes a signal, “I’ll take anything”   Should you leave yet, and when she’s gone   Will the talk turn, like you are dead   And the picture, stolen from your grave      Never give your name, never give your name away   Until your star breaks free, these constellations are only maps. Constellations are only maps.   Stars break free