[Verse]

The maps on the table are drawn in lead

Steel lines separating where the wild birds tread

You stand on the shoreline where the salt air bites

I am a shadow in the valley of electric lights

The distance is a cold wire stretched across the dark

A hollow space waiting for a long-lost spark

I reach for the handle but the door is made of slate

We are the punchline in a comedy of fate

[Verse]

Your letters are smoke rings in a gale-force wind

Tracing the outline of the places we have sinned

The clock on the mantle has forgotten how to chime

We are the stowaways in the pockets of time

You speak of a garden where the winter never goes

I count the thorns on a synthetic rose

The river is rising but the bridge is a ghost

To the ghosts of the living who suffer the most

[Chorus]

But the gravity is pulling from a different sun

The race is decided before it has begun

It is the heavy chain of a silent prayer

A ladder of water leading nowhere

The logic of the mountain and the mercy of the sea

Will never permit you to be standing next to me

It is written in the rust and the ancient clay

That we were meant to be a world away

[Bridge]

The judge is asleep with a pen in his hand

Writing our names in the shifting sand

There is no pardon for the crime of the heart

When the finish line is where the runners start

Break

the glass and the reflection stays

Lost in the thick of a velvet haze

[Verse]

I saw your reflection in a stranger’s glass

Watching the seasons and the centuries pass

The train is a phantom on a rusted track

Carrying the dreams that we can’t take back

The sky is a ceiling painted heavy and gray

Keeping the heat of the morning away

I’d sell my soul for a bucket of rain

To wash out the ink and the mark of the stain

[Verse]

So build up the walls and the towers of stone

The kingdom is empty and I’m on the throne

The wind is a beggar with nothing to sell

Ringing the hammer on a cracked silver bell

You are the North Star and I am the deep

The secret that both of us promised to keep

The anchor is heavy and the rope is torn

To the coldest day that was ever born

[Pre-Chorus]

The horizon is a razor cutting through the blue

Dividing the false from the bitter and true

We are the captives of a different law

Caught in the grip of a frozen claw

[Chorus]

But the gravity is pulling from a different sun

The race is decided before it has begun

It is the heavy chain of a silent prayer

A ladder of water leading nowhere

The logic of the mountain and the mercy of the sea

Will never permit you to be standing next to me

It is written in the rust and the ancient clay

That we were meant to be a world away