Երգի խոսքեր
[Տուն 1] A paper kite caught on the balcony rail Wrote a crooked map in the afternoon gale You climbed three floors with a spool in your hand Said, “every lost thing still knows where to land” [Կրկներգ] So take the long way home with me Past the tailor and the old fig tree If the road bends out of view I’ll make a little room for you [Տուն 2] A brass key slept in the pocket of your coat Beside a ticket from a ferryboat We found a box beneath the garden stone Full of small letters addressed to no one [Կրկներգ] So take the long way home with me Past the tailor and the old fig tree If the road bends out of view I’ll make a little room for you [Կամուրջ] No grand design, no promised sign Just your hand finding mine And the evening, patient and wide Turning every wrong turn into a side road [Կրկներգ] So take the long way home with me Past the tailor and the old fig tree If the road bends out of view I’ll make a little room for you [Ելք] The paper kite lifts over the wall We watch it rise, we don’t name it at all
