Saltwater on my collarbone 2 (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Sage smoke from the basilica drifts through the crowd

Pockets full of lire, a thousand stories loud

I lost my footing on the cobblestones last night

A stranger's hand caught me as I fell into the light

Now the sun is climbing over the rooftops gold

We're dancing on the stairs with the whole city to unfold

Pre-Chorus

Tell me how do we keep our feet from turning back

When every border sings our name like a drum in the dark?

Chorus

Every stone remembers my name

Saltwater on my collarbone, I'm not lost in this place

We are the anthem of every broken line

Folding into one long, golden rhyme

This is where we learn to find our own way home

In the mirror of a thousand windows, I am never alone

Verse 2

The old man at the café knows my story now

He's been watching from his table with a cup in his hand and a bow

I learned to read the language on his tired face

It said we're not refugees, we're just passing through this place

And when I ask him where he's going, he smiles and says «Around»

Like there's a map inside of us that never gets found

Pre-Chorus

Tell me how do we keep our feet from turning back

When every border sings our name like a drum in the dark?

Chorus

Every stone remembers my name

Saltwater on my collarbone, I'm not lost in this place

We are the anthem of every broken line

Folding into one long, golden rhyme

This is where we learn to find our own way home

In the mirror of a thousand windows, I am never alone

Bridge

Maybe borders weren't meant to keep us apart

Maybe they were drawn in gold so we'd always carry them in our heart

Chorus

Every stone remembers my name

Saltwater on my collarbone, I'm not lost in this place

We are the anthem of every broken line

Folding into one long, golden rhyme

This is where we learn to find our own way home

In the mirror of a thousand windows, I am never alone