Lighthouse - Lucy Spraggan

I found a map and it broke my heartI didn’t know that I’d ever go this farWith a compass point driving ink into my armThe father, son and the holy ghostDon’t talk too much, never been that closePouring spirits while I follow the Northern starAnd as the birds fly southI’ve been missing a small houseThat holds all my words in precious storeI found your message at the bottom of a bottleCome back to