[Verse 1] Paper rivers— folded streets beneath my feet. Ashes of names— lost in the echo of market bells. Compasses spin— no true north, only whispers. I map the shadows— and trace the tremor of your gaze. [Pre-Chorus] Every step bends— loops of time, subtle and cruel. Every sound returns— deformed, reshaped, familiar. [Chorus] Cartography hums— hold the fracture, hold the trace. Cartography hums— every path returns changed. Cartography hums— we drift, we fold, we bend. Cartography hums— endless, unseen, unclaimed. [Verse 2] Trains sigh— concrete lungs breathing night. Market voices scatter— fragments of yesterday’s light. Ink drips on walls— the map dissolves and reforms. Your hand, a ghost, touches corners I thought lost. [Verse 3] Paper torn, but lines remain. Paths twist— like rivers climbing mountains. Echoes speak— in tongues I almost know. We return— never the same, never alone. [Bridge] Beneath the city, roots and cables entwine. We drift sideways— finding the pulse in ruins. Every trace remembered— but nothing repeats unchanged. [Chorus] Cartography hums— hold the fracture, hold the trace. Cartography hums— every path returns changed. Cartography hums— we drift, we fold, we bend. Cartography hums— endless, unseen, unclaimed. [Outro] Cartography hums… cartography hums... cartography hums…
