Текст песни
[Куплет 1] You keep the blueprints in a shoebox Under the names you never use I found a map with no north arrow And one red mark that pointed through The gallery closed at midnight But the statues stayed awake You said, “take only what can haunt you” So i stole the shape your silence made [Предприпев] No alarms, no witnesses Just dust rising from the frame Every secret has a temperature Every touch leaves off a name [Припев] We’re thieves in the archive of almost Cutting loose what we couldn’t confess You wear the evidence under your collar I carry the missing piece in my chest If they ask what we took from the darkness Tell them nothing was ever for sale We were young enough to call it a crime Old enough to know we would fail [Куплет 2] There’s a room full of unfinished planets Spinning slow on invisible thread You drew a door across the ocean I drew a match beside your bed The guard was counting backward While the ceiling changed its hue You laughed like somebody escaping From a life that had already chosen you [Предприпев] No alarms, no witnesses Only fingerprints in gold Some treasures lose their meaning When you finally let them go [Припев] We’re thieves in the archive of almost Cutting loose what we couldn’t confess You wear the evidence under your collar I carry the missing piece in my chest If they ask what we took from the darkness Tell them nothing was ever for sale We were young enough to call it a crime Old enough to know we would fail [Бридж] At the river, you opened your pockets Let the stolen stars fall through I kept one small impossible orbit Just to prove i had been there with you No grand escape, no clean confession No ending polished for display Some doors are made of disappearing Some debts dissolve when you walk away [Final chorus] We’re thieves in the archive of almost Still hearing the locks in our breath You wear the evidence under your collar I carry the beautiful theft If they ask what we took from the darkness Tell them nothing was ever for sale We were young enough to call it a crime Old enough to love the detail [Аутро] The red mark faded from the atlas The museum changed its name But somewhere underneath the plaster Your silence still remembers mine
