Track Insight / Lyrics
Cracked at folds where fingers traced
Red and blue lines interlaced
Terminals sleep beneath the stone
I know each stop, I know each zone
Faded lines on terrace light
Paris wakes in pale sunrise
Metro veins still pulse in me
Ghost of routes I used to be
Ink bleeds soft where decades passed
Bastille, Nation, first and last
Rain washed clean the avenue
Terrace holds the morning dew
Faded lines on terrace light
Paris wakes in pale sunrise
Metro veins still pulse in me
Ghost of routes I used to be
Taxi wisdom in my grain
Every fare leaves faint stain
Riders come and riders go
Only maps stay down below
Tiles glow rose on zinc rooftops
Chimney smoke in spiral climbs
Line four curves where river stops
Time dissolves in gilded rimes
Conductor's voice cracks static air
Phantom trains still running there
Ticket punched in violet hue
I remember all of you
Faded lines on terrace light
Paris wakes in pale sunrise
Metro veins still pulse in me
Ghost of routes I used to be
Corner crease where coffee spilled
Morning commuter, fate fulfilled
Terrace chair holds map like prayer
Light reveals what time can't wear
Faded lines on terrace light
Paris wakes in pale sunrise
Metro veins still pulse in me
Ghost of routes I used to be
Every station sings to me
Paper breathes, the city knows
Faded lines where memory goes