Lyrics
[Verse 1] You keep a map of vanished rivers Folded underneath your sleeve Every border has a tremor Every name refuses sleep At the museum after closing You stand beside the emptied blue Tell me what the bones are holding Tell me what they lost in you [Pre-Chorus] I won't ask you to be certain I won't pull the thread too hard Some truths arrive like weather Some leave fingerprints on glass [Chorus] Leave the atlas open Let the missing places breathe Put your hand against the paper Feel the distance underneath If the world erased a doorway We can draw one where it stood Not to make the past surrender Just to prove we understood [Verse 2] You collect the final sentences From letters no one sent A botanist's unfinished warning A singer's last percent In the margins, someone counted Every pulse beneath the floor You read aloud the quiet numbers And I hear a shape become a door [Pre-Chorus] I won't promise clean conclusions I won't dress the wound in gold Some roads are made for turning Some are made to not be told [Chorus] Leave the atlas open Let the missing places breathe Put your hand against the paper Feel the distance underneath If the world erased a doorway We can draw one where it stood Not to make the past surrender Just to prove we understood [Bridge] When the ink begins to loosen When the names are washed away Keep one mark for what was chosen Keep one mark for what we changed No monument, no verdict Only two hands on the line Tracing where the lost horizon Crosses quietly with mine [Final Chorus] Leave the atlas open Let the missing places breathe Put your hand against the paper Feel the distance underneath If the world erased a doorway We can draw one where it stood Not to make the past surrender Just to prove we understood [Outro] Leave it open Leave it true Every vanished road Still leads me back to you
