Modern Mapmaker
It's a matter of shades
It's a matter of angles
If I could fit my shape
Then I can prove that I'm able
It's a matter of shades
It's a matter of labels
If I could have my say
Then this world is greater
And now it's calling my name
And now it's calling my brother's
We could both get away
Making maps looking southern
Writer/s: The Palisades
