[Intro]
A quiet compass trembles, dust and light in a glass.
[Verse 1]
On parchment seas I trace my lines, a lone cartographer's vow,
Mountains sigh in inked reverie, where forgotten legends plow.
There, a coastline glints like memory, a map betrayed by time,
Hidden beyond the margins where the old letters chime.
[Pre-Chorus]
I name the land with patient breath, I chart its secret skin,
But every curve I dare to dream is only pen to paper thin.
[Chorus]
Oh, you unnew world, you circle in the fog of night,
A shore that's mine in longing, yet never breaks the light.
If I sail, the tides would vanish, leaving no harbor more,
So I keep you in the margins where no ship has ever roamed your shore.
[Verse 2]
The continents of memory rise like breakers in a sigh,
I press my maps to the earth and hear the quiet cry.
Settlement of silence waits beyond my careful lines,
An empire of the possible that never crosses time.
[Pre-Chorus]
I ledger every hill and bay, each sea-worn lullaby,
Yet every voyage ends in dusk where question marks lie.
[Chorus]
Oh, you unnew world, you circle in the fog of night,
A shore that's mine in longing, yet never breaks the light.
If I sail, the tides would vanish, leaving no harbor more,
So I keep you in the margins where no ship has ever roamed your shore.
[Bridge]
The compass twitches once, then still, in the quiet of my room,
A continent sleeps in mercy, in a language of closed tombs.
I hoist no sails, I guard the seam where possibilities lie,
And in this quiet map, I learn to say goodbye.
[Chorus]
Oh, you unnew world, you circle in the fog of night,
A shore that's mine in longing, yet never breaks the light.
If I sail, the tides would vanish, leaving no harbor more,
So I keep you in the margins where no ship has ever roamed your shore.
[Outro]
So let the ink stay wet with wonder, and the distance stay divine,
A saved horizon to recall when the world begins to shine.
