Текст песни
[Verse 1] You arrived with a map made of red thread Pinned to the sleeve of your coat Every line crossed a different border Every name left half-noted I asked what the compass was seeking You said, “A place that won’t stay” Then the train doors opened behind you And took the question away [Pre-Chorus] I kept one torn corner of paper With a number burned through the fold Not a promise, not an invitation Just a route no one else knows [Chorus] If the north keeps changing its mind Let it turn us for a while You were gone before the signal But the distance wore your smile I won’t chase what the rails have carried I won’t name what we became Some rare things pass without warning And still rearrange the frame [Verse 2] There’s a radio tower on the hilltop That only speaks after dark It sends out a sequence of blue tones Like a message searching for sparks I learned your unfinished language From the rhythm between each note Now the silence has hidden directions And I follow the ones you wrote [Pre-Chorus] No photograph, no address left Just a trace in the frequency Funny how an absent stranger Can make a whole world listen deep [Chorus] If the north keeps changing its mind Let it turn us for a while You were gone before the signal But the distance wore your smile I won’t chase what the rails have carried I won’t name what we became Some rare things pass without warning And still rearrange the frame [Bridge] Maybe you’re under another weather Learning a different sky Maybe the thread on your sleeve Found a needle in another life But when the tower starts speaking I leave the curtains wide For the sound of a road unwritten Moving through the night [Final Chorus] If the north keeps changing its mind Let it turn us for a while You were gone before the signal But the distance wore your smile I won’t chase what the rails have carried I won’t name what we became Some rare things pass without warning And still rearrange the frame [Outro] A map made of red thread A voice inside the blue No destination marked here Still every road leads through
