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[Verse 1] You drew a map on the back of a ticket stub Three blue lines through the district we never named At the crossing, a woman was tuning a violin Each note made the traffic rearrange You said, “Some doors only open sideways” Then slipped a brass key into my hand I followed the sound beneath the overpass To a room where the ceiling was painted with sand [Pre-Chorus] No promises carved in permanent ink Just a signal flickering twice You looked at me like a question mark And I answered by changing the lights [Chorus] Meet me where the old rails bend Where the red signs lose their language Bring the secret you won’t defend I’ll bring a match for the paper cages We don’t need a name for this Let it move, let it misbehave If the world keeps closing in We’ll make a doorway from the space it gave [Verse 2] A trumpet called from an apartment roof Three floors up and a half-step late The player wore a silver workman’s coat And played like he could negotiate with fate You found a coin in the river mud Stamped with a year that had vanished twice We traded it under the bridge for directions From a child who charged us a dare, not a price [Pre-Chorus] No map survives the hands of the lost No compass can measure this turn You laughed when the power went out And the whole block forgot what to burn [Chorus] Meet me where the old rails bend Where the red signs lose their language Bring the secret you won’t defend I’ll bring a match for the paper cages We don’t need a name for this Let it move, let it misbehave If the world keeps closing in We’ll make a doorway from the space it gave [Bridge] Layer by layer, the night unthreads A low blue note through the avenue Your hand finds mine in the darkened crowd Like a signal finally coming through Keep your doubt, I won’t ask you to surrender Keep your scars, they know the route There’s a kind of truth that only appears When every safe direction runs out [Final Chorus] Meet me where the old rails bend Where the red signs lose their language Bring the secret you won’t defend I’ll bring a match for the paper cages We don’t need a name for this Let it move, let it misbehave If the world keeps closing in We’ll make a doorway from the space it gave [Outro] A brass key, a ticket stub Two blue lines and a borrowed name We disappear beyond the signal And leave the map to take the blame
