Lyrics
[Verse 1] You keep a map of vanished borders Folded beneath your sleeve A little ink from every order You never chose to leave I read the names of former kingdoms Pressed into worn-out blue You say the ruins teach you rhythm I say they look like you [Pre-Chorus] No need to promise where this goes The compass spins, then settles slow [Chorus] Meet me where the old lines disappear Where every distance folds and brings you near Bring nothing but the truth you can't explain We'll make a language out of leaving names [Verse 2] A radio in an empty station Still plays a borrowed tune The signal bends through generations And lands inside the room You trace a route across the plaster With one unsteady hand The farther out we chase the answer The less we need to understand [Pre-Chorus] No need to promise where this goes The compass spins, then settles slow [Chorus] Meet me where the old lines disappear Where every distance folds and brings you near Bring nothing but the truth you can't explain We'll make a language out of leaving names [Bridge] If the ground shifts, let it If the sign fades, let it There are roads that only show When you stop asking where they go [Chorus] Meet me where the old lines disappear Where every distance folds and brings you near Bring nothing but the truth you can't explain We'll make a language out of leaving names [Outro] Leave the map beneath the door We don't need it anymore
