Joseph Marrett - Bass
Brian Rutledge - Trumpet
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Electric Piano
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Lead Vocals, Samples

With:
Craig Finn - Vocals
Aaron Perrino - Vocals

I never been to Stockholm but I've enjoyed its syndrome
Never messed with Texas but I fucked "the state"
Resist as you might, this is the time of your life
A New York minute could last for an eternity

So, if this must be the place let the maps all get erased
And if we're dying on the vine get my lawyer on the line

We'll burn this atlas down
To the ground and then build it back up just to burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to burn it down
Let's burn this atlas down

They say when in Rome, I guess I'm always there, in a way
We may not be in Kansas but it still feels like home
A compass in hand in a non-magnetic land
California dreamin became my one true nightmare

So if we're starting a map from scratch let us batten down the hatch
Calling all cartographers: we're taking back what's yours.

We'll burn this atlas down
To the ground and then build it back up just to burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to burn it down
Let's burn this atlas down

Now, a map is not the place
Like the sketch is not the face
So let us represent terrain
Not how it has been, but how it unfolds in dreams

So, let's burn this atlas down
To the ground and then build it back up just to burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to burn it down to the ground
And then build it back up just to burn it down to the ground
Let's burn this atlas down