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[Куплет 1] You drew a map on the back of a ticket stub Three red circles where the old rails gave up Said, “there’s a buried frequency under this town” And you smiled like a secret being figured out I followed the marks past the rusted gate Where the freight yard hums at a different rate You held your ear to the iron line And found a pulse that wasn’t yours or mine [Алдынғы қайырма] No grand design, no borrowed sign Just two strange signals learning how to align [Қайырма] Send me the coordinates, i’ll meet you there Where the ground keeps time with the open air If the whole world shifts by a degree or two I’ll know the way by the sound of you [Куплет 2] A radio tower blinked in a language of red While you named every constellation overhead Not the ones in books, not the ones they sell The ones that appear when the signal fails We traded theories beside the chain-link fence You made uncertainty feel like common sense Then the last train pulled its silver thread And left all the unsolved questions in our heads [Алдынғы қайырма] No grand design, no borrowed sign Just two strange signals learning how to align [Қайырма] Send me the coordinates, i’ll meet you there Where the ground keeps time with the open air If the whole world shifts by a degree or two I’ll know the way by the sound of you [Көпір] Let the compass spin Let the north go missing There’s a kind of truth In the misdirection If we lose the line We can redraw the distance I don’t need a road I just need your transmission [Final chorus] Send me the coordinates, i’ll meet you there Where the ground keeps time with the open air If the whole world shifts by a degree or two I’ll know the way by the sound of you [Аутро] Under the rails, beneath the blue A quiet frequency leads me to you
