What gives, what helps The Intuition I'll know, I'll know (Oh) I won't have to be shown The way home And it's not about a boy Although, although
They can lead you Hide or reveal too
A destination known Only by the one Whose fate is overgrown Piecemeal could break your home And have A love is not complete With only heat
They can tease you Break or complete you
And in came a heatwave A merciful save You choose, you chose Poetry over prose
A map is more unreal (Oh) Than where you've been Or how you feel And it's impossible to tell How important something was And what you might have missed out on And how it might have changed it all