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[Verse 1] You keep a paper map inside your coat With little blue stars where the good winds blow We leave by the bakery, quarter to nine You trade your last coin for a pear and a rhyme I say, "Take the long way, follow that crane" You say, "Every wrong turn has a secret name" Past shutters painted yellow and green We borrow a bicycle from a daydream [Pre-Chorus] And if the town gets loud, we’ll lower our eyes Count every window with a different sky Your hand finds mine at the edge of the square Like we were expected to wander there [Chorus] Carry me over the roofs tonight Where the whole wide world turns silver-white If we fall, let the falling be free There’s a door in the distance with room for me Carry me over the roofs tonight Let the old roads loosen and take to flight When the morning comes looking for us We’ll be two bright names on a moving bus [Verse 2] You found a red ribbon tied to a rail Said it was proof that the moon left a trail I wore it like a crown through the market arcade While you made up kingdoms from lemonade A florist gave us three unopened blooms We tucked them like secrets in borrowed rooms At the corner, a taxi rolled by With a cardboard sun taped over one eye [Pre-Chorus] And if the town gets loud, we’ll lower our eyes Count every window with a different sky Your hand finds mine at the edge of the square Like we were expected to wander there [Chorus] Carry me over the roofs tonight Where the whole wide world turns silver-white If we fall, let the falling be free There’s a door in the distance with room for me Carry me over the roofs tonight Let the old roads loosen and take to flight When the morning comes looking for us We’ll be two bright names on a moving bus [Bridge] No ticket, no timetable, no need to explain Just a pocket of thunder and a window of rain You laugh when the skyline bends out of shape I hold onto you and forget the escape [Final Chorus] Carry me over the roofs tonight Where the whole wide world turns silver-white If we fall, let the falling be free There’s a door in the distance with room for me Carry me over the roofs tonight Let the old roads loosen and take to flight When the morning comes looking for us We’ll be two bright names on a moving bus [Outro] Take the long way, take the long way home With a paper map and a heart of chrome
