Offline Maps

Flags flown against the wind of change
In a state of ignorant bliss
Casting shadows of uncertainty
We press questions of whose land it really is
'Cause if this hand isn't mine, then who am I?
Tracing my finger across the map
Searching for something tangible
Looking deep inside myself for a moral compass
But I'm offline

And so they answer question, why things aren't working?
Continue only flirting with ways of shaking
Responsibility
Well, I guess the bar stops with me
I can list the things that I think are working
The loaner and moaner that's friends with the sofa
Hating on apathy
When the battery stops with me

I could blame society
And I could blame the economy
Or I could blame the despondency
In the under 18s
Then I could hide my disinterest
Somewhere deep in the internet
Between a joke that I didn't get
And something else I didn't read

So here I do promise
To keep faith in the promise
The change is still possible
Nothing's impossible
Nothing's impossible
Nothing's impossible

You shouldn't be surprised that the landscape is changing
I should take more pleasure in things you're making
My horizon is beautiful
An inspiration is plentiful
If I took a minute for recognizing
I think I'd find the outlet much more suprising
You're wasting you lay indoors
Wondering, why amble?

So here I can promise
To keep faith in the promise
The change is still possible
And nothing's impossible
So here I do promise
To keep faith in the promise
The change is still possible
But nothing's impossible

I could hide my disinterest
Somewhere deep in the internet
Between a joke that I didn't get
And something else I didn't read

So here I do promise
To keep faith in the promise
The change is still possible
And nothing's impossible
So here I do promise
To keep faith in the promise
The change is still possible
And nothing's impossible

(Can't you just leave this smear)