i walked across a continent where children did not bat an eye when made to watch their mothers die they left the bodies by the sides of roads where only willows cried yes even my own eyes were dry when somehow there i lost my bride the ring slipped free and fell beneath the earth so like orpheus i bowed and went far underneath the firmament my harp strings broke my voice was spent i kissed my lady s hand and sent my two weeks notice with my rent and she grew cold and softly said that i am not your lover i m the map you use to find her i am not your lover i m just a map you use to find her i step outside my room once more and see what i have seen before another ship washed to my shore a figure walking towards my door her face is tired her dress is torn i look into her eyes and feel her thirst she says i ve come across these waters high pressed on by such auspicious signs i ve watched the stars and read the tides the winds have brought me to your side i come to you i am your bride and i grew cold as i replied that i am not your lover i m the map you use to find him i am not your lover i m just a map you use to find him i am not your lover i m the map you used to find him i am not your lover i m just a map you use to find him she said i am not your lover i m the map you use to find her i am not your lover i m just a map you use to find her