Текст песни
[Вступление] You drew a border on the satellite map Then crossed it where the signal went black [Куплет 1] You keep a matchbook from a vanished town Three blue stamps and a train-line crown Say every border is a dare in disguise With a borrowed compass and a stranger's eyes I found your name in a museum wall Carved beneath the names of those who wouldn't call You laughed like a lock giving up its key Then asked what kind of trouble i wanted to be [Предприпев] No promises hanging from the ceiling No script to keep the feeling clean Just your hand pointing past the warning And the nerve to follow where you lead [Припев] Take me where the map turns white Where the last known road loses its sign Let the whole world misread our direction We'll make a language out of wrong connections If you move, i move, no alibi Two loose sparks in a weather station sky No destination has to hold us tonight Take me where the map turns white [Куплет 2] You traded sleep for a room above the tracks Kept old film negatives in a paper sack Every frame had somebody halfway gone A face in the doorway, the light moving on I brought a record with a missing side You spun the silence and called it a guide The needle traced circles, the floor stayed still But something in us crossed the windowsill [Предприпев] No promises hanging from the ceiling No script to keep the feeling clean Just your hand pointing past the warning And the nerve to follow where you lead [Припев] Take me where the map turns white Where the last known road loses its sign Let the whole world misread our direction We'll make a language out of wrong connections If you move, i move, no alibi Two loose sparks in a weather station sky No destination has to hold us tonight Take me where the map turns white [Бридж] Maybe we're not lost, maybe we're early Maybe the missing road is ours You said the distance makes us worthy I said the distance only shows the stars [Брейкдаун] Point north Then change your mind Let the compass spin I'll still know your side [Final chorus] Take me where the map turns white Where the last known road loses its sign Let the whole world misread our direction We'll make a language out of wrong connections If you move, i move, no alibi Two loose sparks in a weather station sky No destination has to hold us tonight Take me where the map turns white [Аутро] You drew a border on the satellite map I crossed it when the signal went black
