Alba s touto skladbou:
Lines We Trace,
Hold your map upright so the clouds and coast align.
They’ve got old wars won, a bright brown sun, the crowds to sing alright.
The lion’s share can rest as we sit in café lights
In a neighborhood where all that should may or may not be right
Make your way back home again. I am here still.
These sideway streets are straight and true by strain and will.
Make your way back home again at a slow pace.
Promise me from sound to sea you’re mine always.
Untimely make your way to the tarmac baggage claim.
It’s all for naught if we forgot. I hope our hope’s the same.
Sing praise to stars aligned. Rejoice that love is blind.
To the end of days we’ll have to say you are the best I’ll find.
Make your way back home again. I am here still.
These sideway streets are straight and true by strain and will.
Make your way back home again at a slow pace.
Promise me from sound to sea you’re mine always.
I am leaving harbor if you cannot remember.
Take me where you’re going in the light shade of December.
The plains I see are floating. The grains I see are growing.
Take me to the only place I see you’re going.
Make your way back home again. I am here still.
These sideway streets are straight and true by strain and will.
Make your way back home again at a slow pace.
Promise me from sound to sea you’re mine always.
