Текст песни
[Verse 1] You keep a map of vanished borders Folded underneath your sleeve Every red line crossed in pencil Every place you wouldn't leave I found your name on an old transmission Buried beneath the numbers and rain You said, “Don't call this a rescue” I said, “I know the difference in chains” [Pre-Chorus] So tell me where the signal bends Where the lost and the living meet I won't ask you to be fearless Just put your pulse against my beat [Chorus] Meet me at the edge of the atlas Where the ink runs out of blue No promises carved into granite Just a road I can walk with you If the whole world changes its language If the north disappears from view Meet me at the edge of the atlas I'll learn the distance back to you [Verse 2] You wore a silver borrowed jacket With a tear beside the hidden seam Like some small country had declared you Too dangerous for any dream A train rolled under the river Carrying names we couldn't pronounce You laughed when I called it a warning Then pulled my hand before the lights went out [Pre-Chorus] Now every door has a second side Every silence leaves a clue I don't need a perfect answer I need the honest shape of you [Chorus] Meet me at the edge of the atlas Where the ink runs out of blue No promises carved into granite Just a road I can walk with you If the whole world changes its language If the north disappears from view Meet me at the edge of the atlas I'll learn the distance back to you [Bridge] Let the border move beneath us Let the compass lose its nerve We are more than what we escaped from More than what we think we deserve And if the last light leaves the harbor If the signal turns to snow Say my name into the silence I'll know which way to go [Final Chorus] Meet me at the edge of the atlas Where the ink runs out of blue No promises carved into granite Just a road I can walk with you When the whole world changes its language When the north disappears from view Meet me at the edge of the atlas I'll learn the distance back to you [Outro] At the edge of the atlas No fixed line, no borrowed truth At the edge of the atlas I find my way by finding you
