Beginning a speech, close your eyes—and try betting your prayers on a shining morning
In the middle of the book you’ve just started, try casting just a little magic
Even if you lose the words, even if your recollections break down
Just by being here, the world is coming unraveled
And little by little, this town is remembering us
Still clad in darkness, you’re shivering
Looking at our newly bought map, and nodding, if I recall
Surrounded by only the things that we’ve grown bored of, the scenery’s become tangled
The inside of the TV’s gone empty, and the adults are in a panicked rush
Melting into tears, clutching a tiny hand
Even if you forget that, amidst your repeating memories
Little by little, I think this town will tell us what’s true
Hair still wet, you’re laughing
Captured in the photo from the pocket of my dirty jeans
Just like back then, let’s go see a movie again, or something, and talk about pointless things
Farewell, this sad tale is ending, we’ll get the words
We’ll walk on, trampling our shadows… Just walking
Just by being here, the world is coming unraveled
And little by little, this town is remembering us
Still clad in darkness, you’re shivering
Looking at our newly bought map, and nodding, if I recall
Even if you forget that, amidst your repeating memories
Little by little, I think this town will tell us what’s true
Just by being here