Maps Of Wars

[D]All thats made it to this plac[G]e
Is your window-tinted sun[D]shine face
And the [D]rubber tubes and rusty plate[G]s
On your brothers st[D]olen bike

Come th[D]rough the window and find my
hand.[G]
Reaching through the si[D]nking sand
Of ch[D]ildrens books and far off lands[G]
Where muffled voi[D]ces fade

And the [G]bombs explode, and the bo[D]mbs explode,
And the b[A]ombs
And the [G]bombs explode, and the b[D]ombs explode,
And the b[A]ombs

Your s[D]hrapnel words through brick and bon[G]e
Hurt like any st[D]ick or stone
And [D]now there’s bodies in your home[G]
Bodies walking i[D]n your home

And br[G]oken hearts still b[D]eat, and b[A]roken

hearts still beat
And b[G]roken hearts still b[D]eat, and b[A]roken

hearts still beat

You b[D]lew out the birthday flame[G]
Whistling a s[D]weet disdain
[D]Carving out the sugar cane[G]
While we watched from [D]my room

[D]I remember you that way[G]
With everything in the w[D]orld to say
To an empt[D]y room on your favorite day[G]
Drawing maps with yo[D]ur words

Drawing m[G]aps with your w[D]ords, drawing
m[A]aps with your words
Drawing m[G]aps with your wo[D]rds, drawing
ma[A]ps with your words