Lyrics
[Verse 1] You drew a map in disappearing ink Across the back of a theater ticket Said every border is a borrowed thought Every locked door has a different hinge I followed where the paper curled Past the names scratched out in blue Found a room beneath the overpass Where the walls were learning how to move [Pre-Chorus] You said, “don’t call it fate just yet” With a half-smile sharp as a bet I felt the whole night change its shape When you stepped close enough to escape [Chorus] We’re making a language out of almost Turning the silence into gold No promises carved into stone Just a pulse saying, “don’t go home” If the future wants a witness Let it find us off the record You and me, a little reckless Making a language out of almost [Verse 2] You keep a matchbook full of planets Each one marked with where you’ve been A red moon from a borrowed summer A green one where the wires went dim I brought the question i was hiding You answered with a crooked grin Said, “some truths arrive like weather Some you have to let begin” [Pre-Chorus] No grand design, no clean escape Just your hand resting on my wrist The kind of touch that bends the frame And makes a stranger out of distance [Chorus] We’re making a language out of almost Turning the silence into gold No promises carved into stone Just a pulse saying, “don’t go home” If the future wants a witness Let it find us off the record You and me, a little reckless Making a language out of almost [Bridge] Maybe we’re a signal in the static of the deep Maybe we’re the secret that the satellites can’t keep I don’t need a perfect answer I just need the way you look at me Like the missing piece was never missing It was waiting underneath [Final chorus] We’re making a language out of almost Turning the silence into gold No promises carved into stone Just a pulse saying, “don’t go home” Let the future lose our address Let the old rules lose their purpose You and me, still off the record Making a language out of almost [Outro] Off the record, out of reach You say less, i hear everything No clean ending, no need to know We leave the door where the wild winds blow
