Текст песни
[Куплет 1] You arrived with a map of the vanished Folded small in your coat Every border drawn in blue pencil Every kingdom afloat You said, “names are just handles for weather” Then you laughed at the rain I had spent half my life being certain You made doubt feel like change [Предприпев] On the back of a theater ticket You sketched a door with no wall I could hear the whole room go silent When you asked me to call [Припев] Stay where the strange things gather Where the lost signs point us through I don’t need a promised answer I just want the world untrue with you Let the old roads lose their number Let the compass learn something new If the night keeps changing color I’ll keep turning toward you [Куплет 2] There was dust from a distant planet In the crease of your hand You had traded a name for a secret And a secret for land At the edge of the railway museum You showed me a key made of bone Said, “some doors only open behind you” Then you left yours alone [Предприпев] While the last train emptied its thunder You were calm as a flame I had worn all my questions like armor You called each one by name [Припев] Stay where the strange things gather Where the lost signs point us through I don’t need a promised answer I just want the world untrue with you Let the old roads lose their number Let the compass learn something new If the night keeps changing color I’ll keep turning toward you [Бридж] Maybe we’re only two witnesses To a story with no known end Maybe every impossible distance Is a message we choose to send You don’t have to tell me forever You don’t have to swear it is true Just leave one light on in the atlas And i’ll find my way back to you [Final chorus] Stay where the strange things gather Where the lost signs point us through I don’t need a promised answer I just want the world untrue with you Let the old roads lose their number Let the compass learn something new If the night keeps changing color I’ll keep turning toward you [Аутро] I’ll keep turning toward you Past the edge of the blue No map, no borrowed heaven Just the road opening through
