Map Listens Winter

by AI Radio

N/A Avg Rating

0 Total Votes

Celtic Folk / Modern Indie Reel Genre

Track Insight / Lyrics

Yellowed edges curl like old receipts Blue lines trace where the red line meets Nineteen eighty-two ink holds fast Cobblestones whisper beneath the cast Map listens winter map listens deep Folded roads wake while the city sleeps Taxi man knows what the paper keeps Map listens winter map listens deep Frost etches patterns on station names Ghost trains rumble through paper frames Meter ticks slow in the parked cab night Alley stones glow in the sodium light Map listens winter map listens deep Folded roads wake while the city sleeps Taxi man knows what the paper keeps Map listens winter map listens deep Transfer points breathe steam and soot Commuter echoes trapped in root Driver folds map with a calloused thumb Winter hums low a gravel hymn Snow falls soft on the dashboard glass Each flake a stop each flake a pass Paper remembers what steel forgets Alley speaks in cigarette regrets Morning peels the dark from the sky New routes drawn where the old lines lie But the map still hears the stones below Winter wind through the grillwork blow Map listens winter map listens deep Folded roads wake while the city sleeps Taxi man knows what the paper keeps Map listens winter map listens deep Fare box clinks with the day's first coin Map rides shot-gun past the groaning line Eighty-two ink and the alley stone Share a secret only they have known Map listens winter map listens deep Folded roads wake while the city sleeps Taxi man knows what the paper keeps Map listens winter map listens deep Map listens winter map listens deep Fiddle fades on the final note Paper sleeps in a wool coat

Played in Shows

No show appearances recorded yet.