I tried to find truth in trains
Tried to track the light down to one piece of ground
But nothing ever was the same
Map the name
From man to man and I'll be
The strip of sand between the land and sea
This is starting to feel like home
Or a version of if a version of's enough
There's life in the bleed of a page
The root of footnotes, the index that shows
The way to the edge of the edge
Map the name
From man to man and I'll be
The strip of sand between the land and sea
This is starting to feel like home
Or a version of if a version of's enough
I've inherited graves
And I've inherited gravity
I've inherited the heat death of the universe and the grey of my father's eyes
There's a difference between letting go and not holding on so tight
Between my fingers I can see daylight