Dimitri Mendeleev lyrics

I dreamed up the maps

Give me charcoal and the paper now

We invent paths they cannot see

And they're too scared t' walk

Between my hands rests fifty-two plain old playing cards

And I trapped God somewhere between

The trump and the kind of hearts

Joni Mitchell said "We are 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, till one day

You can't believe how far you came

I'm made of mountains, made of metal

Made of whiskey, and waves!

You won't believe your own breath

When the bold words finally escape your mouth

Keep your secrets hidden

Till yer 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!

I dreamed up the maps

Give me charcoal and the paper now

We invent paths they cannot see

And they're too scared t' walk

Between my hands rests fifty-two plain old playing cards

And I trapped God somewhere between

The trump and the kind of hearts

The trump and the kind of hearts

The trump and the kind of hearts

The trump and the kind of

The trump and the kind of

The trump and the kind of hearts

The trump and the kind of hearts

The trump and the kind of hearts

The trump and the kind of

The trump and the kind of

The trump and the kind of hearts

It came to me, as strange as it seems

From a simple deck of cards laid ace to kings

With 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 was last to splash

Trump to suicide kings, they all turned Bicycle backs

I stared at the pattern, a pair of seraphim flashed

And it just fit, elegant, "aww shit!". That's that

Its strange how you can waste away pained with one thing

The watchmaker breaks sweat, he can't tame a dumb spring

Then one day its 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

It came together and it fit like this:

"Give me a lever and a place to stand, I'll move the world"

You think you're clever, but you 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 charcoal and the paper now

We invent paths they cannot see

And they're too scared t' walk

Between my hands rests fifty-two plain old playing cards

And I trapped God somewhere between

The trump and the kind of hearts

The trump and the kind of hearts

The trump and the kind of hearts

The trump and the kind of

The trump and the kind of

The trump and the kind of hearts

The trump and the kind of hearts

The trump and the kind of hearts

The trump and the kind of

The trump and the kind of

The trump and the kind of hearts