Deepline - Beyond The Compass

Leave the compass on the table
Let the needle choose its life
We have paid enough for answers
That were never worth the price
Fold the paper
Into quarters
Place it underneath the glass
Every road we kept predicting
Lost its meaning as we passed
Rain runs cold across the shutters
Your suitcase waits unzipped
Every clock forgets its purpose.
Neither
One of us moves an inch
Steam is gathered near the ceiling
Fouring coins beside the sink
We arrived as separate travelers
Now departure has no shape
Hey
Hey, hey
North was never an instruction
South was merely ink and scale
We became a private axis when the markings lost their claim
If the coastline shifts by morning
Let the harbor change its frame
What began without a language
Oh, no ending and singing] to a phrase
Free heyday
Heat.