Map in the Lens

[Verse 1]
The telescope buckles; the sensor keeps score
White pinpricks bloom where the glass failed before
I used to call each one proof I was wrong
Now I turn the dark plate and trace them along

[Pre-Chorus]
A crooked little atlas, no border, no key
Each fault puts a faraway place in reach

[Chorus]
These dead pixels gather, a map in the lens
A bright broken pattern that bends and extends
I’m not a clean picture, I’m more than the frame
I plot through the fracture and name where I’m headed
One mark for the harbor, one mark for the pass
I’ll carry my weather and still make it past

[Verse 2]
The chart has no legend, the route can’t be proved
But every small blemish points somewhere to move
I take what I’m made of, the seams and the sparks
And set my next bearing by dots in the dark

[Chorus]
These dead pixels gather, a map in the lens
A bright broken pattern that bends and extends
I’m not a clean picture, I’m more than the frame
I plot through the fracture and name where I’m headed
One mark for the harbor, one mark for the pass
I’ll carry my weather and still make it past

[Outro]
The glass is still flawed
The map is still mine
The next place is waiting
Beyond this design