Текст песни
[Куплет 1] You drew a map on the back of a theater stub Three red circles where the old trains never come Said, “meet me where the signal turns blue” I wore the night like a borrowed suit for you A woman sold brass birds beside the avenue Each one carried a different version of the truth You chose the one with the broken wing Held it to the light like it still knew how to sing [Предприпев] We were never good at standing still Every wrong direction bent to will [Припев] Take me past the last known landmark Past the names they put in stone If the whole world loses north tonight I’ll know the way by how you move alone No promises carved into the pavement No halo hanging overhead Just your hand finding mine in the dark And the brave little pulse beneath it [Куплет 2] At the freight yard, a kid played a silver horn Three notes rising through the rust and the diesel warm You laughed like a lock giving up its key Then pointed at a train that had no destination on its screen We climbed the hill where the radio towers lean Watched the red lights blink in a patient sequence You said, “some things survive by changing shape” I said, “then let’s become the kind they can’t erase” [Предприпев] We were never built for borrowed rules We made a language out of missing clues [Припев] Take me past the last known landmark Past the names they put in stone If the whole world loses north tonight I’ll know the way by how you move alone No promises carved into the pavement No halo hanging overhead Just your hand finding mine in the dark And the brave little pulse beneath it [Бридж] Let the compass spin wild Let the border dissolve There’s a door in the distance And no lock at all If tomorrow asks questions We’ll answer in motion Two sparks in the engine Two waves in the ocean [Final chorus] Take me past the last known landmark Past the reach of every map If the whole world forgets our names tonight We’ll leave a rhythm in the satellite gap No promises carved into the pavement No halo hanging overhead Just your hand finding mine in the dark And the brave little pulse beneath it [Аутро] Past the last known landmark Still moving, still unsaid Your hand finding mine in the dark That brave little pulse beneath it
