| Song | A Map Of My World |
| Artist | Sad Lovers and Giants |
| Album | The Mirror Test |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hard times at a gentle pace | |
| Like stone I am weathered slowly | |
| Building on my disgrace | |
| When I know there’s a better way | |
| I’m falling out of favour | |
| With every breath I take | |
| There’s no excuse for bad behaviour | |
| Somebody’s counting all our mistakes | |
| I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
| One day I’ll just walk away | |
| Dark nights and working days | |
| Like spirits rushing past you | |
| Headlong towards the grave | |
| Searching for a place to rest | |
| In silence we stand alone | |
| Until the lessons over | |
| Many questions come and go | |
| And still the answers won’t set you free | |
| I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
| One day I’ll just walk away | |
| Tell me the truth again | |
| Then try to stop me laughing | |
| I’m sure that what you say | |
| You really believe in | |
| My world is a perfect gray | |
| A compromise of standards | |
| Only conscience remains | |
| But I won’t let you walk over me | |
| I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
| How could I be sure | |
| I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
| One day I’ll just walk away |
| Hard times at a gentle pace | |
| Like stone I am weathered slowly | |
| Building on my disgrace | |
| When I know there' s a better way | |
| I' m falling out of favour | |
| With every breath I take | |
| There' s no excuse for bad behaviour | |
| Somebody' s counting all our mistakes | |
| I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
| One day I' ll just walk away | |
| Dark nights and working days | |
| Like spirits rushing past you | |
| Headlong towards the grave | |
| Searching for a place to rest | |
| In silence we stand alone | |
| Until the lessons over | |
| Many questions come and go | |
| And still the answers won' t set you free | |
| I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
| One day I' ll just walk away | |
| Tell me the truth again | |
| Then try to stop me laughing | |
| I' m sure that what you say | |
| You really believe in | |
| My world is a perfect gray | |
| A compromise of standards | |
| Only conscience remains | |
| But I won' t let you walk over me | |
| I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
| How could I be sure | |
| I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
| One day I' ll just walk away |
| Hard times at a gentle pace | |
| Like stone I am weathered slowly | |
| Building on my disgrace | |
| When I know there' s a better way | |
| I' m falling out of favour | |
| With every breath I take | |
| There' s no excuse for bad behaviour | |
| Somebody' s counting all our mistakes | |
| I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
| One day I' ll just walk away | |
| Dark nights and working days | |
| Like spirits rushing past you | |
| Headlong towards the grave | |
| Searching for a place to rest | |
| In silence we stand alone | |
| Until the lessons over | |
| Many questions come and go | |
| And still the answers won' t set you free | |
| I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
| One day I' ll just walk away | |
| Tell me the truth again | |
| Then try to stop me laughing | |
| I' m sure that what you say | |
| You really believe in | |
| My world is a perfect gray | |
| A compromise of standards | |
| Only conscience remains | |
| But I won' t let you walk over me | |
| I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
| How could I be sure | |
| I fill my head up with pleasant notions | |
| One day I' ll just walk away |