Lyrics:

Dreamed up the maps
Give me the charcoal and the paper now
We invent paths they cannot see
They're too scared to walk

Between my hands rest 52
Plain old playing cards
And I trapped God somewhere between
Trump and the king of hearts

[[Joni Mitchell]] said, '''We are [[Joni Mitchell:Woodstock|stardust]], we are golden.'''
We are all the same
Blood paints the story of our love
Across the bathroom floor, towards the drain

Funny how everything just piles up
Until one day you can't believe how far you came
I'm made of mountains, made of metal
Made of whiskey and waves

Won't believe your own breath
When the bold words finally escape your mouth
Keep your secrets hidden
Until you're certain of just what we've found

Yeah, they bleed just like us
But our calling, is what shapes us now
Won't be held back, won't be tied up
Won't be pinned down

Won't be held back, won't be tied up, won't be pinned down
Won't be held back, won't be tied up, won't be pinned down
Won't be held back, won't be tied up, won't be pinned down
Won't be held back, won't be, not now

Dreamed up the maps
Give me the charcoal and the paper now
We invent paths they cannot see
They're too scared to walk

Between my hands rest 52
Plain old playing cards
And I trapped God somewhere between
Trump and the king of hearts

Trump and the king of hearts
Trump and the king of hearts
Trump and the king of, trump and the king of
Trump and the king of hearts

Trump and the king of hearts
Trump and the king of hearts
Trump and the king of, trump and the king of
Trump and the king of hearts

It came to me, as strange as it seems
From a simple deck of cards, laid ace to kings
My fingernail slipped under King Charlemagne
I flipped the edge and traced the grain and watched it fall like a breaking wave

The ace of spades, last to splash
Trump to suicide kings, they all turned Bicycle backs
Stared at the pattern, a pair of seraphim flashed
And it just fit, elegant, 'aww shit', that's that

Strange you can waste away pain with one thing
watchmaker breaks sweat, he can't tame a dumb spring
And one day it's as plain as the nose, above your smug grin
Like, 'look what the cat dragged in'

Woke from a dream, hands heavy in cold sweat
Jumped from the bed, snatched the charcoal quick
Sketching frantically upon the bedroom brick
Came together and it fit, like this:

'Give me a lever and a place to stand
And I'll move the world.'
You think you're clever
But you've never seen how it really works

Really works, really works
Really works, really works
Really works, really works
Really works, oh no

Dreamed up the maps
Give me the charcoal and the paper now
We invent paths they cannot see
They're too scared to walk

Between my hands rest 52
Plain old playing cards
And I trapped God somewhere between
Trump and the king of hearts

Trump and the king of hearts
Trump and the king of hearts
Trump and the king of, trump and the king of
Trump and the king of hearts

Trump and the king of hearts
Trump and the king of hearts
Trump and the king of, trump and the king of
Trump and the king of hearts