Երգի խոսքեր
[Տուն 1] You kept a map beneath your sleeve Drawn in the margins of a borrowed book Every red line chose what not to leave Every blank page held the way you look I found your name on a freight-yard wall Painted where the old trains turn Not a promise, not a call Just a match struck near the words you never burn [Նախաքնարերգ] Tell me what the silence cost you Tell me what you couldn't trade I can read the route behind you By the choices that you made [Կրկներգ] Take me past the last known station Where the signal starts to bend I don't need an explanation I just want to see where the road will end If you carry that unknown country Let it open, let it run No one has to own the story We can travel as the story comes [Տուն 2] There was a violin in the pawnshop glass Missing one string, still proud and bright You touched the case and let it pass Like some things heal by staying out of sight A red kite rose above the bridge Caught between the cables and the blue You said, “every edge becomes a ridge When you stop asking what you're supposed to do” [Նախաքնարերգ] Tell me what the silence taught you Tell me where the compass failed I can feel the weight you brought through In the way your shoulders sail [Կրկներգ] Take me past the last known station Where the signal starts to bend I don't need an explanation I just want to see where the road will end If you carry that unknown country Let it open, let it run No one has to own the story We can travel as the story comes [Կամուրջ] No photograph can hold a turning No fixed star can name the sea There are doors that stay uncertain Till you walk through quietly And if the old lines lose their meaning Let them fade beneath our feet I would rather meet the distance Than be safe and incomplete [Կրկներգ] Take me past the last known station Where the signal starts to bend I don't need an explanation I just want to see where the road will end If you carry that unknown country Let it open, let it run No one has to own the story We can travel as the story comes [Ելք] Past the last known station Past the names we used to know Keep the map beneath your sleeve Let the unmarked places show
