Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
They found him asleep in a vault made of bone,
a thousand years dreaming, with no world of his own.
They cracked the door open and lifted him free —
not to love him, but to read what a child's eyes can see.
For behind those eyes turns a map of it all:
every door between worlds, every rise, every fall.
He points, and the roads that no other can find
bloom open like flowers in the back of his mind.
[Pre-Chorus]
But a key to the cosmos is a dangerous thing to be
when you're small, and you're frightened, and you're never, ever free.
[Chorus]
He can open every world —
every road, every door, every star,
the whole of the sky in two trembling hands —
and no one sees the child for the map that he is.
Little light, little map of it all,
who will find the way to you?
Who will carry you home?
[Verse 2]
They caged him in iron and they bolted him down
to a screaming machine on a burning battleground.
Through thunder and wreckage and the roar of the race,
he chittered in the dark while the demons gave chase.
A mind-mage, an assassin, then a devil in a car —
every hand that held him only held him for the war.
The smallest thing living, who could move the whole sky,
and not one of them stopped to ask him why he cried.
[Pre-Chorus]
For a key to the cosmos is a dangerous thing to be
when you're small, and you're frightened, and you're never, ever free.
[Chorus]
He can open every world —
every road, every door, every star,
the whole of the sky in two trembling hands —
and no one sees the child for the map that he is.
Little light, little map of it all,
who will find the way to you?
Who will carry you home?
[Bridge]
Then a fire reached down through the breaking sky,
warm for the first time, and she held him high.
Falling through a doorway, clinging to her arm —
for one burning moment, a child kept from harm.
Then the father came back with a hand made of glass,
and the whole crowd knelt, and the light went black.
He reached for the fire — but the fire was gone,
and the map of everything was carried on.
[Final Chorus]
He can open every world —
every road, every door, every star,
the whole of the sky in two trembling hands —
and still no one sees the child for the map that he is.
Little light, little map of it all,
somewhere a fire still remembers your name.
Someone will find the way to you.
Someone will carry you home.
[Outro]
Every world but his own...
every world but his own.
