"Cartographers" lyrics

My mind beats too loud like a drum, and
I've heard some, they think it's not nice
And I walk faster than you strum, with
No rhythm, we pass more than twice

And I don't know which way to go
Wait it out and tiptoe
Trust there is time

And I've got bags under my eyes, it's
Not a surprise when we speak
You can't think of things to say, but
You still stay, stood here for weeks

And you don't know which way to go
Wait it out, pace to and fro
It's been some time
Sha-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la, la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la, la-la-la

My footsteps too loud like a drum, and
I've heard some, they think it's not nice
And I walk faster than you strum, with
No rhythm, but you match my stride

And we don't know which way to go
Make it up, and find the flow
'Cause we got time
Sha-la-la-la, la-la-la

And I don't know which way to go
Wait it out and tiptoe
Yeah, we don't know which way to go
But it'll be okay, I know
It just takes time