Текст песни
[Verse 1] Midnight standard on the FM dial Footsteps ring along the marble tile Browsing through the dusty geography Searching for a coast in an atlas key [Chorus] Lost in the quiet of the thirty-second page Whispering a forgotten age Nothing to drink, nothing to hold Just a paper world as the night turns cold [Verse 2] Tapestry maps hanging by the door Shadows stretching on the wooden floor Reading about a harbor far away Where the wooden boats come into the bay [Guitar Solo - Bossa Nova] [Bridge] No heavy thoughts, no static in the air Just blue ink lines and a velvet chair The clock ticks slow on the library shelf A small secret place to find yourself [Chorus] Lost in the quiet of the thirty-second page Whispering a forgotten age Nothing to drink, nothing to hold Just a paper world as the night turns cold [Outro] Just a paper world As the night turns cold Bossa nova lingering soft Sinking away [Fade Out]
