Երգի խոսքեր
[Տուն 1] You kept a matchbook from a vanished hotel Pressed flat beneath the atlas on your shelf A blue-winged route across the border lines A place that never made the evening news I read the names you circled in the margins Ports with no promise, towns without a sound You said the world gets smaller when you name it I said some doors are better left unbound [Նախաքնարերգ] Then you looked up Like you had found A second language Under the ground [Կրկներգ] Don’t tell me where we’re going Let the compass lose its nerve There’s a kind of truth in drifting When you get what you deserve If the map tears at the fold line If the north begins to bend I’ll be there beside the mystery Not to solve it, just descend [Տուն 2] You wore a silver pin from an old campaign No country claimed the colors on its face You said it came from someone’s coat in winter Who disappeared without a forwarding place We traded stories with the names removed Left every hero standing in the dark Somewhere between the last unguarded sentence You put your hand against my beating heart [Նախաքնարերգ] And for one breath The room went still The past released us Against its will [Կրկներգ] Don’t tell me where we’re going Let the compass lose its nerve There’s a kind of truth in drifting When you get what you deserve If the map tears at the fold line If the north begins to bend I’ll be there beside the mystery Not to solve it, just descend [Կամուրջ] Maybe we’re not lost Maybe we’re unlisted Two unmarked signals Finally received No grand design No promise in the distance Just your hand finding mine Where the coordinates leave [Final chorus] Don’t tell me where we’re going Let the compass lose its nerve There’s a kind of truth in drifting When you get what you deserve If the map tears at the fold line If the north begins to bend I’ll be there beside the mystery Not to solve it, just descend [Ելք] Keep the matchbook Keep the atlas Keep the names we never said Some roads open When you stop asking Where they’re meant to lead instead
