Ән мәтіні
[Куплет 1] We are tracing lines in the old cedar floor Counting footsteps that we haven't heard before Paper airplanes launched into a summer breeze Catching currents through the canopy of trees [Қайырма] And the compass spins wherever it will go To a valley that we only used to know Every shadow turns to gold against the wall When we do not need to answer any call [Куплет 2] There's a suitcase packed with yesterday and dust In a corner where the silver starts to rust We are trading all the anchors for a kite Floating upward in the middle of the night [Қайырма] And the compass spins wherever it will go To a valley that we only used to know Every shadow turns to gold against the wall When we do not need to answer any call [Аутро]
