I walked across a continent    where children did not bat an eye    when made to watch their mothers die    they left the bodies by the sides of roads   where only willows cried    yes even my own eyes were dry    when somehow there I lost my bride    the ring slipped free and fell beneath the earth       so like Orpheus I bowed and went far underneath the firmaments    my harp strings broke    my voice was spent    I kissed my lady's hand and sent    my two weeks notice with my rent    and she grew cold and softly said    I am not your lover I'm the map you use to find her   I am not your lover    I'm just a map you use to find her      I step outside my room once more    and see what I have seen before    another ship washed to my shore    a figure walked toweards my door    her face is tired her dress is torn    I look into her eyes and feel her thirst       she says I've come across these waters    high pressed on by such auspicious signs   I've watched the stars and read the tides    the winds have brought me to your side    I come to you    I am your bride    and I grew cold as I replied    that I am not your lover,    I'm the map you used to find him    I am not your lover    I'm just a map you use to find him.