Երգի խոսքեր
[Տուն 1] An open map upon the floor We trace the lines of latitude Beneath the dust of ancient paths We search for something bright and new A compass drawn in faded ink Points to a harbor out of sight We leave behind the quiet shore To find the center of the night [Տուն 2] The paper creases underhand A contour of a mountain range A million miles of paper hills And every border bound to change We outline rivers with a touch They wind away to wider seas We find a trail of silver ink That runs between the cedar trees [Կրկներգ] Oh, we are charting out the open spaces In the margins of the world we knew Washing over all the empty places Faded paper turning into blue Oh, let the sky begin to lift Every color coming into view [Տուն 3] The grid is numbered one to ten A coordinate we cannot name The ink is dry, the borders set But we can cross them just the same The needle spin is slowing down We watch it settle on the north Beyond the edge of what is drawn A quiet path is calling forth [Կրկներգ] Oh, we are charting out the open spaces In the margins of the world we knew Washing over all the empty places Faded paper turning into blue Oh, let the sky begin to lift Every color coming into view [Կամուրջ] No lines to bind us to the page No ink to hold us in our place We step beyond the faded ink Into the open wide and free [Կրկներգ] [Solo: acoustic guitar & piano] Oh, we are charting out the open spaces In the margins of the world we knew Washing over all the empty places Faded paper turning into blue Oh, let the sky begin to lift Every color coming into view [Ելք] Just the open sky And the path we find Fading into blue Fading into blue
