Lyrics
[Verse 1] You drew a map on the back of a ticket Red ink bending where the river refused Said every border is somebody’s fiction Every locked gate has a hinge to be used I kept the paper beneath my sleeve While the conductor called out the names You had a compass with no north in it Still you pointed through the flame [Pre-Chorus] Now the whole world tilts a little When you turn your head my way I don’t need a promised kingdom Just the nerve to disobey [Chorus] Take me where the signs go missing Where the old roads lose their claim Let the silence do the talking Let the distance learn our names If we vanish from the record If the ink runs from the page I’ll be there beside your shoulder Turning doubt into a stage [Verse 2] There’s a museum under the overpass Full of machines that forgot how to sing You found a switch behind the dust and glass Pulled it once, heard the whole room ring We laughed like thieves in a vacant theater Two silhouettes in the projector beam You said, “some doors only open backward” Then walked me into the strangest dream [Pre-Chorus] Now the whole world tilts a little When you turn your head my way I don’t need a promised kingdom Just the nerve to disobey [Chorus] Take me where the signs go missing Where the old roads lose their claim Let the silence do the talking Let the distance learn our names If we vanish from the record If the ink runs from the page I’ll be there beside your shoulder Turning doubt into a stage [Bridge] No grand design, no holy answer No polished line to make it plain Just your hand tapping out a language On the railing of a moving train And if the signal drops forever If the map dissolves to blue I’ll follow every wrong direction That keeps leading back to you [Final chorus] Take me where the signs go missing Where the old roads lose their claim Let the silence do the talking Let the distance learn our names If we vanish from the record If the ink runs from the page I’ll be there beside your shoulder Turning doubt into a stage [Outro] Turn the page, leave the margin open Let the unknown have its say You and i, without a title Finding shape along the way
