Track Insight / Lyrics
Yellowed edges curl like old receipts
Ink bleeds blue where the red line meets
Guilder coins once warmed my creases
Now euros slip through silent seams
I know every stop by heart
The damp, the dark, the waiting art
This paper map remembers all
Before the trains begin to call
Tram wheels sing on the frozen steel
My corners fray at every heel
A commuter's glance reads Central Station
No need for words or explanation
I know every stop by heart
The damp, the dark, the waiting art
This paper map remembers all
Before the trains begin to call
Canal water licks the brickwork cold
Stories pressed in every fold
The Red Line runs to Gein tonight
The Blue Line sleeps in morning light
I know every stop by heart
The damp, the dark, the waiting art
This paper map remembers all
Before the trains begin to call
No GPS, no glowing screen
Just creases where the years have been
You unfold me, I unfold you
The city reads what we both knew
Morning breaks the fog to gray
Commuters rush to start the day
I fold myself in leather hands
Wait for night and foreign lands
I know every stop by heart
The damp, the dark, the waiting art
This paper map remembers all
Before the trains begin to call
Fog lifts slow, the lines stay true
Folded lines, I wait for you
