Ән мәтіні
[Куплет 1] Old maps pinned up along the hallway floor Tracing lines of places we don't know Count the islands off a distant shore Watch the harbor shadows slowly grow [Қайырма] Paper borders fading in the light Every quiet compass turning round Nothing here to hurry or make right Just a simple secret we have found [Куплет 2] Dusty books left open on the chair Tales of journeys forgotten long ago Soft breeze moving through the open air Taking memories where the trade winds blow [Қайырма] Paper borders fading in the light Every quiet compass turning round Nothing here to hurry or make right Just a simple secret we have found [Аутро] Fading in the light Quiet compass turning round Just a secret found
