Need - Geographer

I was born

A dark morning

With iron in my teeth

And a map of this country

Tattooed to cross my shoulders

The shadows wait for me

I need your love

I need your love

Words are few

Friends even fewer

I drift in the sea

I have circled the Earth

In search of a master

More worthy than the breeze

We are vagrants

In invisible buildings

Violent children

We live cause we’re living