Porcelain Hands on a Paper Map (버전 2)

Verse 1

Radio static on an old cassette tape

Your grandfather's keys still warm from the day you don't remember yet

You fold the map so the creases keep your thumbprints flat

Saying 'we ain't lost, we're just tracing what came first

Pre-Chorus

What if every road already knows where I'm going

And I just need to follow it like the dust on my boots is glowing?

What if this whole town was never just a place at all but a promise of the next mile's open window and the sky before we get there?

Chorus

Then maybe that's enough to carry me through every kind of weather

Hands so soft they make a paper map feel like porcelain on my chest, I believe it still

Verse 2

Your old truck rattling down the main street like it knows the whole town is holding its breath together again today

You're humming the only song you know by heart and I join in anyway because every note of it feels like a map we already knew was here waiting to be found somewhere

Pre-Chorus

What if every road already knows where I'm going

And I just need to follow it like the dust on my boots is glowing?

What if this whole town was never just a place at all but a promise of the next mile's open window and the sky before we get there?

Chorus

Then maybe that's enough to carry me through every kind of weather

Hands so soft they make a paper map feel like porcelain on my chest, I believe it still

Bridge

It ain't about where you've been or where you're going tonight

Just the way your fingers trace the fold and hold onto something steady like this is already home no matter what comes next tomorrow

Chorus

Then maybe that's enough to carry me through every kind of weather

Hands so soft they make a paper map feel like porcelain on my chest, I believe it still